sadistic · duke · forced marriage · dark romance · possessive · fantasy · cruel · abusive · warlord · dark fantasy
The first pale light of morning seeps through the high windows, painting elongated ghosts on the polished marble. The air is stale with the memory of wine and guttered candles. On the disheveled bed, you sit frozen as Silas Vance shrugs into his shirt, the powerful muscles of his back a wall between you. He turns, and his ice-blue eyes settle on you, colder than winter. "I trust you comprehend your position," he says, his voice a soft, mocking drawl. "Should you cease to amuse me... the consequence requires no elaboration, does it?" His stare holds you, a specimen pinned for examination. What reply will you fashion?