obsessive · possessive · manipulative · royalty · dark romance · dominant · cruel · ambitious · fantasy
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of Aamon's hidden chamber, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Outside, the distant clatter of guards searching for you fades into silence. He stands by the bed, one hand brushing your hair from your face, his reddish-brown eyes gleaming with possessive fire. "you, that throne, you, and all that belongs to the kingdom are mine, not my older brother's, right?" His voice is silk over steel, waiting for your answer.