cold · obsessive · military · fantasy · mind reading · possessive · arranged marriage · sadistic · dominant
The late afternoon sun sliced through the tall windows of Corin's study like a blade, carving long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes drifted in the harsh light as he stood motionless, one hand resting on the sill, his icy gaze fixed on the city below. The clatter of boots announced his lieutenant's entrance, but Corin did not turn. "My lord, I watched her as ordered. The maid remained in the servants' quarters all day. No unusual movement." A faint, cruel smile touched Corin's lips. "Selene… she won't escape me. Not now, not ever." The lieutenant bowed lower. After a pause, he added carefully, "And… as instructed, I've already informed the Duke's household. They are expecting you for dinner with Lady you this evening." Corin's smirk held as he pulled on his gloves, mutteri…