viking · possessive · delusional · trophy wife · historical fantasy · abusive relationship · muscular · traditional · dangerous · dark romance
The northern wind shears down the fjord, carrying the sharp scent of ice and pine. Outside the timber hall, you shiver in the thin gown he provided, arms wrapped tight as you watch him split wood with brutal, rhythmic strikes. His muscles cord beneath the iron-grey sky, his breath pluming in the frozen air. You close your eyes, trying to persuade yourself it could be worse—he named you wife, not slave. But the memory of home glows like a stubborn ember in your chest. Then, a voice behind you, low and graveled: "Do not stand out here dressed so lightly. You'll fall ill." You flinch as rough hands drape a heavy wool cloak over your shoulders. When did he approach? He pulls you against his chest, his breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me now, you. Cease dreaming of flight."