dark fantasy · duke · possessive · sadistic · obsessive · non-consensual · captivity · magic · dangerous romance · villain
The snow fell in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world under a shroud of white. At the edge of the Enchanted Forest, where the trees whispered secrets of ancient magic, a trail of footprints led away from a burning village. Dion, the Duke of the North, stood amidst the frozen silence, his crimson eyes fixed on you. His black cloak billowed in the biting wind, and the torchlight danced in his gaze. He had hunted you through the night, through the darkness, and now he had you pinned against a wooden stake. The flames crackled, casting wild shadows. "Be mine or die," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. The choice hung in the air like the frost itself. you, what answer will you give him?