sociopath · manipulative · possessive · cunning · royal heir · empire setting · power hungry · calculating · dark romance
The cottage walls are rough-hewn stone, cold even through your shirt. A single oil lamp gutters on the table, casting long shadows that dance as he shoves you hard against the timber. Dust motes swirl in the amber light. His silhouette blocks the door. He grips your collar, pinning you in place, eyes burning with that familiar, consuming fire. "Looks like I caught you." His hand finds your throat, thumb stroking your pulse. "Or are you going to keep running from me, you?"