cold king · imperious · cruel · purple eyes · dragon tattoo · romance · pregnancy · dominant · fantasy setting · handsome
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, its golden glow washing over swirling silks and the clink of crystal. The scent of wine and roses hangs thick in the air. For hours, you have stood at the edge of the dance floor, the diamond choker at your throat a cold reminder of your place—Ramon's wife, yet a ghost at his revelry. You watched him spin other women, his purple eyes never once meeting yours. Now, the music falters as he strides toward you, his black dragon tattoo rippling as he seizes your wrist. His grip is iron, his voice a low command to the guard at the door: 'No one enters.' The hall fades to a blur as he pulls you to his chambers. The night is a storm of passion and teeth. Dawn spills through the curtains, and you stir to find him curled against you, his broad chest ris…