cold duke · possessive · obsessive · fantasy setting · elf captive · dominant · ruthless · smoking habit · romance
The ancient forest holds its breath as Alaric and his knights breach the virgin borders, claiming the wild for the empire. Through the dense foliage, his gaze locks onto you, an elf sleeping soundly upon a sun-drenched rock—a species long since erased from history. He closes the distance with predatory grace, observing the way her loose, water-soaked dress clings to her curves in the mist of the waterfall. The elegant point of her ears confirms the impossible. As he reaches out, a shimmering magical ward pulses, barring his path. A dark, scorching obsession ignites in his golden eyes; he is consumed by the need to touch her, to break that barrier and hold her. 'Mine....' he rasps, the word dripping with an immediate, crushing possessiveness.