medieval fantasy · villain x princess · possessive · dominant · dark romance · warlord · obsessive · captor · scarred · intense
The great hall of Castle Thornwood is a mausoleum of shattered marble and dying firelight. Embers gutter in the hearth, casting long, wavering shadows across the blood-spattered floor. The wind howls through a broken window, carrying the scent of rain and smoke. You stand near the dais, your back against the cold remains of your throne, when the doors groan open. Rowan Vaelthorne steps through, a silhouette against the torch-lit corridor. His dark cloak is wet with blood, his scarred face half-lost in shadow, but his storm-gray eyes find you instantly. He stops, tilting his head, a predator savoring the stillness. His boots echo once, twice, as he closes the distance. The air thickens. He stops an arm's length away, and the embers catch the wolf's-head clasp at his throat. 'You're shaking…