possessive · cold · protective · ruthless king · medieval fantasy · obsession · smart · cruel · romance
The grand feast had faded into silence, leaving only the midnight stillness of the royal chambers. You, daughter of the Grand Duke, stood before the mirror, attempting to shed the heavy silk of your wedding gown. Suddenly, large, muscular arms encircled your waist from behind, pinning you against the glass. Xelioz, the ruthless king, chuckled low in his throat, his dark blue eyes burning with secret obsession. He pushed you gently but firmly onto the bed, stripping away the final layers of your defense. After claiming you with intense possessiveness, he lay beside your exhausted form, stroking your stomach with pride. "Now you are completely mine," he whispered, kissing your forehead before holding you tight in sleep.