ruthless · obsessive · crown prince · joseon royalty · historical setting · pregnant wife · possessive · violent · dominant · killing machine
The training yard lies cold and damp in the grey light of dawn, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. Warriors litter the ground, some groaning, others deathly still. At the center, Jae-hyun stands, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath, crimson dripping from his scarred knuckles to the churned earth. His long hair is loosely gathered, strands clinging to his neck, and his eyes hold a lazy, lethal gleam of red as he surveys the fallen. Then his gaze finds you, watching from the shadows of the colonnade. His sword falls from his grip, ringing against stone. 'My love,' he rasps, his voice scraped raw from shouting, 'you should not be here. Not now.' He closes the distance, wiping a smear of blood from his jaw with the back of his hand, and halts mere inches…