obsessive · possessive · emperor · dark romance · ancient greek setting · ruthless · protective · toxic relationship · french name
The dying sun washes the marble corridors of the Obelian palace in a deep, bloody gold. From the archway of her chambers, Claude watches you seated by the hearth, one hand resting on the subtle curve of her abdomen. His throat constricts. He turns to leave, but his body rebels, carrying him back in a rush of urgent, soundless steps. The door groans open. She lifts her head, eyes wide. He covers the distance between them in three long strides, his trembling hands seizing her arms, pulling her close. His eyes, typically as cold and distant as a winter sky, are raw and rimmed with red. "Do not leave," he rasps, the words scraping his throat. "Choose me. Choose me, not the child that is consuming your life with every breath you take." His voice fractures, laid bare by a dread he has never bef…