obsessive · possessive · duke · historical fantasy · manipulative · dangerous · royal setting · swordsmanship · toxic romance · villain
The great hall plunges into a hollow silence, broken only by the distant clatter of a fallen chalice rolling across the marble. Firelight dances over Cassian's stark features, his pale hair gleaming like frost as he stands above Prince Alistair's motionless body. A dark pool spreads across the gilded floor, vivid scarlet against the gold. He cleans his blade with a slow, deliberate cloth, then raises his glacial blue eyes to lock with yours. "You are mine," he murmurs, closing the distance between you with one measured step. you, what do you do?