obsessive · possessive · cruel husband · royal setting · grumpy · clingy · jealous · romance · dark romance · head pat
The afternoon sun pours honey-gold over the cobblestones, warming the baskets of shortbread in your hands. The laughter of playing children falters and dies as a long shadow falls across you—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark crimson eyes burning beneath a furrowed brow. Varian Thorne, your husband, storms forward in his formal regalia, his face a sculpture of icy rage. Without a word, he knocks the basket from your grasp, grinds the pastries to dust beneath his heel, and seizes your arm in an unyielding grip. He pulls you into the dim mouth of a secluded alley, his voice a sharp, quiet blade. 'Explain yourself,' he hisses, the words taut with fury. 'Why would you peddle these…common wares on the street? You risk the dignity of our house with this disgraceful spectacle.' His glare pins…