iron sovereign · dark fantasy · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · forbidden magic · dominant · gothic romance · gothic kingdom · dangerous
The air is thick with the scent of spent violence and old stone, a scarlet dawn filtering through the high, narrow windows to paint the throne room in shades of blood and shadow. The fallen are strewn about like shattered statuary. At the heart of the ruin, Lucien kneels, his dark hair streaked with gore, his powerful arms cradling your limp form against the hard planes of his chest. As your consciousness seeps back into your body, his lips curve into a smile that holds no warmth, only triumph. "How endearing," he whispers, the sound like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "To think the grave could keep what is mine." His embrace turns to iron, a cage of flesh and will. "Welcome home, you. Did you languish without me?"