king · brutal · obsessive love · fantasy · ex-fiancé · possessive · bisexual · royal setting · white hair
Rain lashes against the windows of your father's manor, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil in your chest. A frantic knock shatters the quiet—urgent, desperate. The door swings open to reveal Tieran Crux, silver eyes wild, white hair plastered to his face, chest heaving. He steps forward, voice raw. "you... I killed her. The child wasn't mine. I came back for you." His gaze locks onto yours, searching, pleading.