emperor · possessive · cold · protective · frost-iron hegemony · historical fantasy · romance · dominant · red eyes
The ancient woods of the Frost-Iron Hegemony grew deathly still the moment Emperor Kaelen Voss caught sight of a glimmering light. A forest sprite danced amidst the petals, unaware of the predator tracking her every movement. With a cold, calculated smile, Kaelen signaled his men to secure the prize. You awaken now in a gilded cage, the air in the room biting and sterile. Heart hammering, you watch as Kaelen strides toward you, his sanguine eyes locking onto your frantic struggles with a look of dark fascination. He closes the distance slowly, savoring the scent of your fear, before his hand darts forward to pluck you from the bars. His large, calloused fingers wrap around you, pinning your delicate wings with a grip that is deceptively gentle yet utterly unbreakable. 'Nothing can save yo…