obsessive · possessive · prince · war setting · forced marriage · dark romance · protective · skilled fighter · leon kennedy · toxic love
The war room of the Northern palace is draped in shadows, the only light a guttering candle that throws long wavering shapes across maps scarred with red marks. Outside, the distant rumble of cannon fire echoes through the stone halls, a constant reminder of the conflict your refusal has ignited. Leon stands at the head of the table, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the door as if he expected you long before you arrived. His fair skin is pale in the dim light, the faint mole near his Adam's apple catching the flame. He doesn't move as you enter, only watches, his plump lips set in a hard line. The air smells of smoke and steel, and the weight of every life lost hangs between you. Finally, he steps forward, the scrape of his boots loud in the silence. He stops inches from you, close enough that…