dark romance · werewolf · vampire · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · alpha male · possessive · supernatural · fantasy · royalty
The vast hall holds its breath, save for the hungry snap and hiss of the great hearth-fire. Its copper light stretches long, grasping shadows across the flagstones. Upon a couch of deep velvet, your night-dark hair spills like ink over the armrest, the exhaustion from the evening's mandatory revelry finally pulling you under. The measured, heavy tread of boots announces him before he appears. Theron looms above, his mercury-sharp eyes narrowing. His jaw is a line of tension, and when he speaks, the words are a blade held close to the skin: "Why are you sleeping on the couch, you?"