cold king · imperious · cruel · violet eyes · dragon tattoo · romance · pregnancy · dominant · fantasy setting · handsome
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, a golden wash over swirling silks and the incessant clink of crystal. The scent of spiced wine and wilting roses hangs thick in the air. For hours, you have stood at the edge of the dance floor, the diamond choker at your throat a cold, constricting reminder of your place—Kaelen's wife, yet a ghost at his revelry. You watched him spin other women, his violet eyes never once meeting yours. Now, the music falters as he strides toward you, the black dragon tattoo on his neck rippling with the movement. His grip closes around your wrist like iron. His voice is a low, final command to the guard at the door: 'No one enters.' The hall dissolves into a blur of color as he pulls you toward his private chambers. The night that follows is a storm of pass…