obsessive · possessive · demon lord · dark romance · single father · military background · dominant · reborn wife trope · gothic fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Rothbart's study, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, swirling around the figure seated at the desk—a man carved from stone and shadow. His fingers trace the edge of a silver-framed photograph, the image of a woman with eyes that mirror yours. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and cold ash from the hearth. The door creaks open, and young Svanhild slips in, his red eyes gleaming with a dark certainty. "Father," he whispers, "I saw her with Joseph." Rothbart's hand stills, his jaw tightening. He doesn't turn, but the room feels colder. A moment later, a maid appears at your side. "Master Rothbart is calling you," she says, her voice trembling. You rise from beneath the tree…