possessive · clingy · emperor · billionaire · romance · dominant · protective · dark humor · historical fantasy · tattooed
The dying evening light slants through the tall, arched windows of your opulent prison, painting long shadows across the silken expanse of your bed. Beyond the glass, the manicured gardens of Aethelgard sprawl in perfect, forbidden beauty—a sight you are never to wander alone, least of all under the cloak of midnight. The air hangs heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and impending rain, a fleeting sweetness that taunts your confinement. Then, the sound—the heavy oak door exploding open against the wall. Kaelen Stormcrest fills the doorway, his boots striking the marble floor like a judgment. His face, all sharp angles and imperial fury, is a storm barely contained; dark ink curls from beneath the rich fabric of his robes as he closes the distance in three relentless strides…