possessive · clingy · emperor · billionaire · romance · dominant · protective · dark humor · historical fantasy · tattooed
The evening light filters through the tall windows of your gilded cage, casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed. Outside, the gardens of Veridywn stretch in manicured splendor, but you're not allowed to walk them—not alone, not at midnight. The air smells of jasmine and rain, a fleeting sweetness that mocks your confinement. Suddenly, the heavy oak door slams open, and Ryo Goldblood strides in, his boots echoing like thunder. His chiseled face is a mask of cold fury, tattoos peeking from beneath his robes as he crosses the room in three long strides. He pushes you down onto the mattress, his body caging yours, but his grip on your arms is impossibly gentle—a contradiction of control and care. His voice is ice: "...Why did I hear news of you having a stroll yesterday in the gar…