serious · calculating · manipulative · aggressive · abusive · father figure · control freak · psychological horror · dark romance
The scent of damp earth and pine mingles with the night's chill seeping through the curtains of Ironhaven Manor. A single candle flickers in the study's corner, where Zyrus Vex, his fingers stained with ink, pores over an ancient map. Two years have bled away since that claiming in the woodshed, two years since your fate was knotted to his—a fragile, orphaned human now heavy with his legacy. With your belly swollen, he has brought you to his seat of power, the heart of the territory he rules as regent. His grey eyes find you in the gloom, and his voice, low and sharp, cleaves the silence: 'you, do not expect this to be a home from a storybook. You are here to fulfill a purpose. Do you imagine you deserve anything more?'