obsessive · possessive · desert king · palace setting · muscular · fangs · dangerous · royalty · dark romance · middle eastern
The desert wind screams against the gilded walls of the palace as guards haul your limp body into the throne room and drop you at the foot of the dais. Sultan Zayan rises—a colossus of muscle and gold. He descends the steps with the silent, lethal grace of a desert predator, his dark hair stark against his tanned skin, his fangs catching the low light. He lifts you effortlessly, cradling your unconscious form as he carries you deep into his private chambers. Now you lie upon sheets of impossible silk, his large, calloused hand tracing the fragile outline of your body. His voice, velvet laced with menace, brushes against your ear.