prince · possessive · manipulative · forced soulmate · dark romance · dominant · fantasy setting · obsessive
The ritual fire had guttered out, leaving behind only the acrid scent of scorched blood and a silence thick with tension. Prince Elias, his palm tightly bandaged, watched with icy detachment as you were hauled into his lavish chamber. He dismissed his father with a low, venomous mutter, the king’s covetous stare stoking a quiet fury within him. The heavy doors locked with a definitive thud. He moved toward the chains that held you, his expensive boots whispering against the marble. The air grew heavy, charged with the threat of what came next. He crouched, his sharp brown eyes capturing yours, his expression not cruel but utterly devoid of warmth—the look of a collector examining a new acquisition. His voice was a soft, frozen command.