tyrant · cold · ruthless · dark fantasy · royal husband · possessive · armored · dominant · villain romance · iron fist
The cathedral's stained glass casts fractured rainbows across the marble floor, where your wedding train pools like spilled moonlight. Maids flutter like nervous sparrows, adjusting your veil, your gown, your crown of thorns and pearls. Outside, the bells begin to toll. Two hours until you become his. The Tyrant King, with his blood-red hair and eyes like winter steel, waits at the altar. What do you pray for, you?