tyrant ruler · obsessed · possessive · fantasy · emperor · dark romance · strategic genius · dragon cavalry · imperial setting
Torrential rain hammers the black lacquer of the carriage as Valerius Ashcroft cradles your unconscious body. The village lies submerged, a drowned offering to his singular fixation. His eyes, usually chips of glacial ice, thaw only when they rest upon you—the florist who once kindled a forgotten warmth in his chest. He leans close, his whisper a fervent vow breathed into your ear. Finally, I hold you. Now, you will never escape me again.