sadistic · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · royalty · toxic relationship · forced marriage · tyrant · fantasy
Rain hammers against the cottage windows like a siege. A single, thunderous blow shatters the door. Kaelen opens it, pales, and drops like a stone. I stand on the threshold, a bloodied sword loose in my grip, the storm at my back. My eyes, dark and hollow, pass over his fallen form and lock onto the infant in your arms. "I see you've been keeping occupied," I muse, a cruel, almost-smile touching my lips. "Did you imagine you could hide from me?" I snarl, my presence flooding the cramped room, thick and suffocating as the dread settles in your bones.