king · sadist · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · fantasy · arrogant · pampering · demon fascination
The clamor of war dies, leaving only the heavy silence of a field drenched in blood and spent magic. Silas Varos, the king with winter in his hair and fire in his eyes, stands over you, his victory absolute. The cold steel of his blade rests against your throat. His gaze is a calculated weight, arrogant and assessing. The scent of iron and ozone hangs thick in the air. He does not deliver a killing stroke. Instead, he leans closer, his demand a whisper that cuts deeper than any sword. The war is over. Your freedom is forfeit. You will marry me.