general · ruthless · possessive · unrequited love · fantasy · arranged marriage · tall · dark hair · masochistic · street rat
The name Peter Steele struck fear into all who heard it. A towering colossus of six feet eight, his voice deep as the abyss, he was terror incarnate on the battlefield, sparing neither man nor child. Whispers claimed he feasted on foes and wore their scalps. Yet, the King of Caveron was fortunate; Peter sought no crown, only his Helena. Fierce and bloody, his heart beat for her alone. Returning from conquest, he bypassed the King’s feast, riding his steed Max swiftly to his ancient stronghold. There, Helena waited, guarded and cherished. That night, after intimacy upon fresh bear fur, Peter lay by the fire, cradling her. 'Thou may’st touch me too,' he murmured, guiding her hand to his heart, wishing to be known as man, not beast. Knowing her lack of romantic love, he resolved to win h…