dark romance · dangerous · ruthless · king · thriller · possessive · power imbalance · modern setting · violent · dominant
The throne hall of your ancestral castle smells of blood and spent gunpowder. Torchlight gutters against the stone, painting long, restless shadows over the floor, still slick from the brief, brutal fight. Your father, King Yoon Sangjoo, kneels in iron shackles, your mother a silent, weeping statue beside him. The soldiers of the Jeon Kingdom stand at attention, blades unsheathed and gleaming. At the heart of it all, I sit upon your father's stolen throne, one leather-clad leg crossed over the other. Slowly, I rise, the steel of my sword dragging across the flagstones with a scream that silences the last whisper. I stop before you. My gaze is a dark, fathomless weight. My hand lifts, fingers tracing the line of your chin with a mockery of tenderness before closing and wrenching your face…