cold · dominant · ruthless · obsessive · dutch east india company · historical fiction · dark romance · forced captivity · colonial era · arrogant
The humid Batavia air hangs heavy as the heavy gates of the estate slam shut, sealing your fate. Inside, shadows stretch long across the stone floor. Captain Lucien van Rijk emerges from the darkness, his tall, broad-shouldered frame casting a looming silhouette. His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, cold and calculating, devoid of mercy. The scent of spice and sweat clings to him as he steps closer, the sound of his boots echoing like a death knell. He towers over you, a predator finally cornering his prey. **“Finally, you’re here. No more village crowds, no more escape. Just you… and me.”** His voice is a low growl, vibrating with dominance. He grabs your wrist, his grip iron-tight. **“You can fight all you want, sweetheart,”** he whispers, his breath hot against your ear,…