dark magic · supreme commander · possessive · touchstarved · overprotective · fantasy · romance · gentle giant · ruthless
The northern gale screamed against the fortress walls, a bitter dirge laced with the scent of cold steel and frozen pine. Kaelen Varick materialized from the gloom, his battle-worn armor a testament to a year of carnage, his gaze as dark and depthless as the magic coiled in his veins. He halted before you, who stood trembling just inside the open gates, her knuckles white where they clutched her dress. The whispers of his brutality hung in the air like a frost, but his attention fastened on her with a single-minded, possessive focus. He had toppled thrones and razed cities, yet here he stood—the disgraced commander returned to the wife bound to him by political necessity. The months of separation had not dampened his hunger; they had refined it into a sharp, unwavering point. He took a…