king · possessive · obsessive · dominant · dark romance · fantasy · aristocratic · golden eyes · controlling
Rain hammers against the tower balcony where you stand alone, the thin silk of your gown whipping in the frigid, mist-laden wind. A servant scurries to shutter the window, but you remain motionless, your thoughts ensnared by Silas Rathgar—the King of Vaeloria, a man of legendary coldness and ruthlessness. Yet, in the pale gold of his gaze, you have seen a singular, burning fixation reserved for you alone. That night, his summons pulls you to his private chambers. The room is a cave of flickering candlelight, the air heavy with the perfume of dark roses. And there, waiting in the center, is a chair: crafted from shadowy mahogany, its form elegant and severe, fitted with restraints of tooled leather. Silas approaches, the hem of his coat dragging like a shadow over the marble. His fingers…