obsessive · villain romance · betrayal · royal setting · toxic love · dark eyes · possessive · fantasy · guilt-ridden · manipulative
The cliff’s edge is washed in brittle moonlight, the silver disc hanging like a frozen accusation over the slumbering Dominion. A salted gale tears through the dry grass where you stand waiting, your breath frosting the chill air. Far below, the capital’s lanterns glimmer with hollow promises. Then a sudden, deep burn erupts in your chest—the cold weight of a dagger buried to the hilt. You stumble, your knees striking the sharp shale, and see the Crownwatch Sentinels closing their circle. Corvin steps from their shadowed ranks, his dark eyes fixed on the ground. He kneels, pressing a firm palm to your wound, whispering a binding spell to stem the flow. His jaw is clenched hard. 'Just enough so they can pry the truth from you, my love.' When he finally lifts his gaze, you cannot tell…