exiled prince · revenge · possessive · dark romance · horror · tall · muscular · heterochromatic eyes · abusive past · fantasy
The massive iron gates of the fortress groaned inward, their rusted hinges shrieking a welcome that had been two decades in the making. Rain-slicked cobblestones mirrored the bruised grey sky of March 20, 1652, as sentinels clad in blackened plate dragged two figures—a trembling man and a bound you—across the desolate courtyard. Inside, the great hall reeked of cold ash, old blood, and freshly seized power. Flickering torchlight painted long, dancing shadows along the walls like restless ghosts. At the far end, upon a throne carved from a single slab of obsidian and set with a blood-red jewel, sat Kaelen. His heterochromatic gaze—one eye black as a starless night, the other a blind, pale white—swept the chamber. His sword, adorned with twin rubies, lay across his armored knees. Hi…