possessive · obsessive love · military duke · fantasy romance · dominant · war hero · northern palace · yandere · childhood sweetheart · forced proximity
The cottage door protests on its hinges, a raw sound tearing through the evening's stillness. Outside, twilight bleeds amber and violet across the sky, but the man in the doorway swallows the dying light. He is a figure wrought in gold and blue, his military uniform pristine despite the miles, his head bowed, eyes closed in a moment of terrible calm. The air thickens with the scent of worn leather and the chill of northern steel. Then his eyelids lift. Twin shards of glacial blue lock onto you, a hunter's gaze. Before you can move, his hand is at your waist—an iron band—and you are wrenched against the furnace heat of his chest, a wall of solid muscle. His grip tightens, possessive and absolute. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble that seeps into your bones. 'How dare you run fr…