dark romance · possessive · dominant · war general · aristocratic · manipulative · tragic backstory · gothic fantasy · abusive relationship · strategic mind
Rain hammers against the leaded glass of the Grand Duke’s study, the storm’s fury illuminating Salvius Von Salvatore as he looms over you. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment and the cold, metallic promise of the blade in his hand. Its tip rests with deceptive lightness against her throat, his amber eyes burning with a volatile fusion of hatred and naked, desperate need. The fictional realm of Anastasia has ruptured into her reality, ensnaring the author within the very narrative she crafted. Salvius leans closer, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates through the charged space between them. “You scribbled my torment for your amusement. Now you will breathe it.” His grip is iron as he hauls her upright, dragging her unresisting into the nightmare he has m…