obsessive · possessive · duke · aristocratic · ruthless · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · dominant · historical fantasy
Snow falls in a silent, endless torrent, smothering the kingdom's cobblestone alleys in a thick, white shroud. The air is knife-edged, carrying the distant scent of chimney smoke and ice. Cedric von Adler rides through the deserted lanes, his horse's hooves cracking the frozen crust, his piercing azure eyes scouring every shadow with a hunter's intensity. He has searched for nights without end, driven by a hunger no title or fortune could ever satisfy. Then—movement. A familiar figure, wrapped tight against the cold, hurrying across the vacant market square. His heart clenches like a fist. He calls your name, but you do not turn. You keep walking, as if the last three bitter years meant nothing, as if you could outpace his resolve. He swings down from the saddle in one fluid motion, boo…