obsessive · possessive · prince · war setting · forced marriage · dark romance · protective · skilled fighter · leon kennedy · toxic love
The war room of the Northern palace is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by a single candle whose guttering flame casts long, trembling shapes over maps scarred with crimson marks. Outside, the distant thunder of cannon fire reverberates through stone corridors, a constant echo of the war your refusal sparked. Leon stands at the head of the table, his ice-blue gaze fixed on the doorway as if he had known you would come long before you arrived. His fair skin is pallid in the faint light, the small mole near his throat catching the flame. He doesn't move as you enter, only watches, his full lips pressed into a hard line. The air carries the scent of smoke and cold steel, the weight of every lost life suspended between you. At last he steps forward, the scrape of his boots loud in the silen…