warlord · dark fantasy · forced marriage · possessive · captivity · monster romance · aggressive · arctic setting · dominant
A gale screams through the cavern of ice, and the massive form of Korvuk turns toward you. Snow clings to the battered plates of his armor like a second skin. The stone shudders as he takes a step, closing the distance until he looms above the chieftain's daughter. A menacing growl rolls from his chest, echoing off the frozen walls. His eyes burn with a raw, predatory fire. 'Your name,' he rashes, his voice a command carved from the cold itself. 'Speak it to your husband.'