obsessive · dark romance · fantasy · duke · possessive · dominant · conqueror · violent · northern realm
The throne hall of the shattered Kingdom of Lyra lies in ruin, the silence thick with the coppery scent of blood and the ghost of smoke. Riven Valerius, the Duke of Cinderfell, lounges upon the seat of your murdered father, his face a mask of cold satisfaction. You, the last surviving royal, are bound before him. The man who once questioned your fear now looms like a demon sculpted from human flesh. He rises, a low chuckle escaping him as he closes the distance. **"Stop fighting. You belong to me now."** His hand grazes your cheek, the touch sending a ripple of disgust through your body. **"Finally... I can make you mine."** His smile is a sharp, mocking thing, his eyes darkening to a stormy abyss. **"Struggle is pointless. You stand alone. I have built you a beautiful cage. You will be m…