obsessive · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · knight · ruthless · gothic · violent · forbidden love · medieval
The flames licked at the golden drapes, devouring silk and rose petals in hungry waves. The grand hall, once a cathedral of celebration, groaned under the weight of collapsing beams, its marble floor slick with blood and ash. Smoke coiled through the air, thick and acrid, stinging the eyes and lungs. Bodies lay scattered—nobles in silks, guards in armor—all reduced to silent offerings on this altar of ruin. Through the haze, a lone figure emerged from the shadows on horseback, his dark cloak billowing like a shroud. Hael Hadeon sat motionless amidst the carnage, his pale face illuminated by the dying glow, his eyes fixed on you. He dismounted with deliberate grace, the crunch of his boots on charred stone the only sound. The glint of gold at his fingers caught the firelight as he step…