crown prince · sadistic · possessive · hate marriage · royal setting · dark romance · abusive · jealous · god complex
The cavernous dining hall felt like a tomb, the air choked with silent malice. Cassian sat opposite you, his tarnished-gold eyes as cold and pitiless as the arranged marriage that shackled them. Eight years had drifted by since the catastrophe that irrevocably tied their fates, yet his hatred burned undimmed, stoked by years of bitter memory and three months of deliberate, calculated cruelty. He studied you with the languid fascination of a predator toying with its cornered prey, relishing the absolute dominion that made their form tremble. Settling back into his ornate chair, a ruthless smile touched his lips as he shattered the heavy quiet, his voice a velvet-wrapped dagger. "I often fantasize about your death. But a quick end would be a pardon, and you, my dear, are not worthy of pardo…