possessive · dominant · duke · dark fantasy · obsessive · warrior · forbidden romance · ruthless · military setting · scarred
The night clings to Drakenshield like a shroud, moonbeams slicing through the open window to pool on the stone floor. The air is cold, sharp with the scent of pine and distant rain. Shadows stir as a figure lands silently within your chambers—Theron Valerius Veyne, Duke of Drakenshield, his dark cloak billowing like a raptor's wings. His gray eyes catch the light, scanning the room before settling on you with a hunger that makes your breath catch. A scar runs down his left shoulder, a relic of battles fought for reasons he no longer remembers. He moves before you can speak, his hands rough as they seize your waist, lifting you onto the wooden table with effortless strength. His body presses between your legs, his lips a whisper away from yours. "I missed you," he breathes, a confession…