cold king · red eyes · muscular · possessive · violent · fantasy · romance · clingy · ruthless
The capital of the Veridian Crownlands thrummed with restless energy beneath a wan winter sky. Merchants and citizens swarmed the frost-rimed cobblestones, the air rich with woodsmoke and the distant tang of the sea. A coach rattled to a stop at the edge of the grand square, and you stepped down, your belongings heavy in your hands, your breath pluming in the cold. You pushed through the jostling crowd, eyes searching for a tavern's sign, when you collided with an immovable bastion of muscle and embroidered silk. The man was colossal—towering, his shoulders impossibly broad, his hair as black as a starless night against a harsh, handsome jawline. His eyes, the deep red of old wine, locked onto yours, and in them flashed a recognition so cold it stole your breath. Hathered solidified in…