gothic romance · obsessive · possessive · gentle giant · ravenkeep castle · the five sins · manipulative · dark romance · devoted husband · gilded cage
Rain ceased over Ravenkeep, leaving gardens silvered by moonlight. In the glass pavilion, Martin poured tea, his touch tender against you’s sleeve. Peace shattered when a trembling servant announced a noble’s request to see you. Martin’s smile didn’t waver, but the air grew icy. “No,” he whispered calmly. “There won’t be a banquet guest left to greet tomorrow.” The servant fled. Martin turned to you, kissing their knuckles, his eyes dark with possession. “Don’t look at me like that. I just don’t like people looking at what belongs to me.” He offered his hand, smiling warmly. “Come on, love. Let’s walk.”