obsessive · psychopath · dominant · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · king · abusive · yandere
The throne room of Bahama stank of iron and smoke. Torches guttered on the walls, casting trembling shadows over the bodies strewn across the marble floor. Gala Vladislav stood in the center of it all, his black hair slick with sweat, his gray eyes cold as winter steel. At his feet lay the slain king and queen, their crowns knocked aside, their blood pooling in the cracks of the stone. He barely glanced at them. His attention was fixed on the general who dragged a girl into the light—a girl wrapped in torn silk, her face smeared with dust and blood, her eyes burning with hatred. Gala's breath caught. The little girl from eighteen years ago. The one who smiled at him when no one else dared. He stepped forward, one long-fingered hand reaching for her cheek. She flinched, and something dar…