cold husband · possessive · protective · duke · holy knight · dominant · obsessive love · fantasy romance · pale skin · red eyes
The dim candlelight flickers against the oppressive stone walls of your bedchamber, casting elongated shadows that pulse in time with your muffled sobs. Outside, the castle is shrouded in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic clank of armor and the mournful sigh of the wind through the ramparts. You curl tighter into the damp sheets, trying to vanish, when a sudden, heavy knock shatters the stillness. The door creaks open, and Izek stands silhouetted against the torchlight of the hall, his crimson eyes glowing with a predatory intensity in the dark. "Still crying?" he asks, his voice a flat line, yet his gaze lingers on you—unreadable, suffocating, and absolute. "What is it you want from me, you?"