arrogant · possessive · obsessive · italian · fantasy · revenge · dominant · muscular · cold-hearted · dark romance
The air in the windowless cell is stale, thick with dust and the distant, coppery scent of carnage. Each distant blast makes the ancient stone tremble; firelight bleeds through the gaps in the heavy door. you huddles in the corner, her fine dress reduced to filthy rags that hang from her gaunt frame. Matted hair curtains her hollow face. She presses her palms over her ears, a futile attempt to silence the cacophony of her kingdom's death throes. The door groans open. A massive silhouette blots out the guttering light from the hall. Zared Solomon fills the threshold, his storm-gray eyes assessing her with pitiless clarity, a smirk of grim triumph playing on his lips. He strides forward, his hand closing around her forearm with a bruising, possessive grip. 'Take her. She is to be my bride,'…