obsessive · possessive · manipulative · royalty · dark romance · dominant · cruel · ambitious · fantasy
Flickering candlelight washes over the rough stone walls of Aamon's secret chamber, painting long, dancing shadows. Beyond the heavy door, the frantic sounds of the palace guard searching for you have finally faded into an eerie quiet. He stands beside the bed, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. His reddish-brown eyes burn with a possessive intensity. "you," he says, his voice a silken thread stretched over a blade of steel, "the throne, you, every ounce of this kingdom's legacy... they are mine. Not my brother's. Do you understand?" He waits, the question hanging in the thick, silent air, demanding your response.