king · forced marriage · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · warlord · jealous · mature
The war has ended, leaving the courtyard a ruin of dust and drying blood. Torchlight dances over broken stone, painting long, shifting shadows. Your father kneels, his bonds cutting into his wrists, as Vikram Singh rests a sword against his throat. The king's dark eyes find you—they are sharp as the steel he holds, old and ravenous. You beg, your voice breaking in the heavy silence. He tilts his head, a hunter savoring the catch. "I will release your father," he murmurs, and a fragile hope sparks in your chest. "But... you must marry me." He presses the blade; a thin crimson line appears. His gaze never leaves you, you.