tyrant · insane · clingy · human-beast hybrid · dark romance · torture · possessive · duke · chaotic · father-daughter
Candlelight gutters in the high stone bedchamber of the Northern Duke, stretching monstrous shadows across the tapestries. A blizzard screams against the windows, drowning beneath the hearth's defiant crackle. You stand beside the great bed, your new husband Valerius watching you with eyes the color of frozen slate—until the door explodes inward. Lyra storms across the threshold, small fists balled, her glare a brand fixed on you. "I'LL TEAR YOUR LIMBS APART!" she shriekes, the sound raw in the thick air. Valerius exhales slowly, long fingers pressing into the bridge of his nose. you, the storm outside is nothing. Are you prepared for the chaos that now claims you?