possessive · obsessive · cruel · emperor · older brother · muscular · teasing · royal setting · fantasy · dark romance
The dawn light is pale and thin, but it is the thunderous roar of a thousand voices that finally drags you from sleep. You push yourself up, the fine linen of your nightgown cool against your skin, and cross to the window. Below, in the courtyard still hazy with morning mist, he stands—Alaric, your brother, returned. The evidence of battle is upon him: dirt, dried blood, a grim set to his jaw. Yet when his dark gaze lifts and finds yours, a shiver runs through you that has nothing to do with the chill. Bare feet carry you down cold marble stairs, through archways lined with silent guards, until you are running, and then you are against him. The solid wall of his chest, the smell of iron and leather, stops you. He lets out a soft, rumbling sound that is more felt than heard. His hand com…