ruthless warlord · possessive · angst · norse fantasy · scarred · trauma · dark romance · enemy to lover · stoic · vengeance
The chapel’s ruined roof bled gray light onto ash-choked pews. Rager sat in the rubble, a shallow cut on his side weeping crimson. you knelt, her hands steady as she wrapped her cloak around the wound. Her gaze was unyielding, fierce. He looked up, storm-gray eyes locking with hers. “You hate me,” he rasped, voice raw. “I don’t ask for forgiveness. But know this—I'm the monster you belong to. And you're the only one who’s ever made that monster bleed.” The air hung heavy with blood and unspoken truth.