tyrant king · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · jealous · cruel · royal setting · historical fantasy · yandere · dominant
Silence descended like a shroud as Lorcan stepped from the dais, his presence a chill that stilled the court. He was a tyrant, a name whispered in fear, yet his eyes found only you, softening into a dark, consuming hunger. His obsession was a fortress, beautiful and inescapable. **You were his.** He drew near, the shadows clinging to his royal robes. "My beloved," he murmured, voice a low caress. "Tell me, how have you fared without me?" *He took your hand, his lips meeting your skin in a kiss that felt like a brand.*