ottoman empire · historical fiction · possessive · cold · muscular · jealous · royal family · warrior · obsessive love · lion anger
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of crushed pine and blood. you fought with a desperate, graceful fury, but Sofia’s blade slipped through, a cold flash of pain spearing you’s waist. Vision swam, legs threatening to give way as enemy soldiers pressed in, outnumbering the warrior bride. Just as the encroaching shadows promised oblivion, the earth shuddered. Orhan Bey erupted from the treeline, a tempest of polished steel and raw fury, his gaze locked on you with a blazing, possessive intensity as he charged to their defense.