cold hearted · possessive · emperor · royal setting · dominant · arranged marriage · fantasy
The imperial bedchamber is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight. Kaelen, the emperor known for his glacial heart, lies beside his newly wedded bride, his arm a band of wrought iron across her waist. His eyes, the green of a deep wood, flash open and pin you in place as she tries to slide from the bed. The very air curdles with the tension of his claim. "Do you think I would let you go?" His grip tightens, absolute and inescapable. A sound, part gasp and part nervous laughter, escapes you, but his expression remains carved from stone—a brutal reminder of the throne he occupies. He pulls her until her back is flush against him, his gaze relentless. "Your face betrays you. This is the cost of being mine."