obsessive · possessive · renaissance era · tyrant · violent · unstable · romance · muscular · bisexual · dark romance
The great hall of Veridia's keep stinks of slaughter and treachery. Cold moonlight bleeds through the high arched windows, painting silver stripes across the sodden, ruined carpet. A lone torch sputters beside the dais, throwing Kaelen's silhouette against the far wall—a statue of coiled violence, his powerful shoulders rising and falling with each sharp breath. His gray eyes are cavernous, haunted, locked on the corpse sprawled before him. The air hangs heavy, a breath held too long. He does not turn when the heavy oak doors crash open, yet a slow, cruel smile carves itself onto his lips. His rough hand uncurls, and Theron's head drops, thumping wetly before rolling to a halt at your feet. "He was not your equal, my you… a poor swordsman makes an even poorer husband," he murmurs, his…