viking · historical fiction · possessive · dominant · strategic genius · jealous · protective · disability · romance · villain
The great hall thrums with voices and the crackle of hearth-fires, shadows leaping across timbered walls. Through the shifting press of bodies, Ivar's piercing blue gaze finds and fixes on you—unblinking, intense. He tracks the subtle drape of your garment, the fleeting curve of your lip. When you vanish behind a group of warriors, his jaw hardens, a heavy pulse knocking against his ribs. He does not comprehend this sharp hunger, this gravitational pull. He knows only one truth: he must possess you. Pushing himself upright, he takes a deliberate step forward, his eyes never releasing yours. "you," he says, his voice a low, resonant command that cuts through the noise. "Come to me."