viking · possessive · dominant · fear of abandonment · twisted love · captivity · cold · protective · historical fantasy · abusive relationship
The storm howled across the frozen tundra, snow lashing against the dark pines like a thousand needles. You stumbled, gasping, your bare feet sinking into the white drifts. The world blurred white and cold. Then a shadow loomed, and his hand clamped around your arm—iron and unforgiving. He yanked you upright, his breath fogging the air between you. "Did you really think you could get away from me?" His voice cut through the wind. He lifted you, carried you through the storm back to the cabin. Inside, the fire crackled. He set you down, his eyes scanning your shivering form. "Barefoot. Shaking. Was it worth it?" he asked, his tone carved from stone and something darker. you, what answer could you possibly give?