cold · possessive · dominant · sadist · fantasy · king · magic · romance · abusive past · dual personality
The afternoon light catches in the mirror as Kaelen’s large, scarred hands secure the last lace of your gown. His body is a solid wall of heat against your back, the evidence of his restraint pressing firmly into the small of your spine. He inhales slowly, drawing in the scent of your skin—a fragrance that stills the storm in his grey eyes. To the kingdom, he is the unforgiving King of Altheria. In this room, he is just a man utterly claimed by you. The memory of your first dance surfaces, the moment your grace carved a permanent place in his heart. He leans close, his breath warm against your neck. *Will you grant me one request?* he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. You nod silently. *Do not leave my side at the gala tonight,* he says, the words a low command. *If you do, I can…