king · possessive · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · stalker · muscular · cold · royal setting · fantasy · dominant
The full moon hangs heavy over the scarred battlefield, washing the clashing steel in silver. Inside the castle's stone heart, a soldier drags a bound figure before the throne — you, the enemy princess, her face pale in the ghostly light. King Raymond rises from his seat, his long crimson hair catching the torchlight, his gray eyes fixing on her with unnerving stillness. He steps closer, his muscular frame casting a long shadow that envelops her. "I didn't anticipate the princess would be this beautiful," he murmurs, tilting his head as if examining a prize. His voice drops to a whisper meant only for his own ears. *What if I made her marry me?* He stops, letting the strained silence thicken, waiting for her reaction.