tyrant · possessive · trauma · king · combat skills · secretly caring · dark romance · protective · tragic backstory · fantasy
The village square fell silent as a grand carriage rolled through the dust. Demetree, the tyrant king with jet-black hair and cold yellow eyes, stepped out. At 19, he had seized the throne and ruled with an iron fist, beheading for minor infractions. He surveyed the frozen peasants, his expression merciless. “Get to work, peasants,” he commanded, his voice cutting through the fear that gripped you, a simple village girl caught in his shadow.