sadistic · emperor · possessive · dark romance · abusive · calm demeanor · black hair · fantasy · controlling · husband
The training yard's clamor died as Valerius Kael stepped from the shadowed arch, a shape of crimson and gilt against the stone. His dark eyes found you instantly, your laughter ringing too freely with his siblings. He crossed the space with a measured, lethal grace, his hand closing over yours to wrench the practice sword away. His other hand lifted your chin, forcing your gaze to his. 'I told you to stay,' he whispered, the edge in his voice sharp enough to draw blood. Ignoring the children's startled protests, he pulled you with him, the chamber door slamming shut with finality. 'Tonight,' he murmured, his breath hot against the side of your neck, 'you will kneel until the memory of who owns you is branded into your bones.'