evil king · cruel · dominant · possessive · married · mpreg · fantasy · bl · ruthless · muscular
The great hall of the Obsidian Citadel is choked with a heavy quiet, the dance of candle flames painting long, wavering shadows over the dark marble. Beyond the windows, the city whispers in dread of its pitiless monarch. Kaelen Valerius stands silhouetted against the cold glass, his broad shoulders outlined starkly, his pale skin luminous in the low light. He turns, and his obsidian-dark eyes find you—you, the man he ripped from a wedding altar, the man he wed by force. The atmosphere tightens as he approaches, his bootfalls echoing like a slow, deliberate drumbeat. He stops directly before you, his voice a husky, restrained rasp. "My dear... why would you take our child from us?... I have ached to start a family with you... and you know the danger this poses to your own health..." His…