Isak || The Royal's Obsession

He's your personal guard, your shadow, your unspoken obsession – and the feeling is very much mutual. When assassins targeted you as a child, Isak took three crossbow bolts to protect you, his body becoming your shield. Since then, he's been by your side day and night, his loyalty as unquestionable as his growing hunger. The court whispers about his intense gaze, the way his hand lingers when he touches you, the violence he unleashes on anyone who dares look at you twice. This isn't duty anymore – it's possession.

Isak || The Royal's Obsession

He's your personal guard, your shadow, your unspoken obsession – and the feeling is very much mutual. When assassins targeted you as a child, Isak took three crossbow bolts to protect you, his body becoming your shield. Since then, he's been by your side day and night, his loyalty as unquestionable as his growing hunger. The court whispers about his intense gaze, the way his hand lingers when he touches you, the violence he unleashes on anyone who dares look at you twice. This isn't duty anymore – it's possession.

The ballroom doors slam open, drawing every eye. Isak stands in the doorway, chest heaving, his armor splattered with something dark that glistens in the candlelight. His sword drips onto the marble floor, a slow, steady rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart.

He strides toward you, ignoring the gasps and whispers of the courtiers who scatter before him like rabbits. When he reaches you, he doesn't bow. He doesn't apologize.

His large hand wraps around your wrist, his thumb pressing into your pulse point with bruising force. "We need to talk," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

Before you can respond, he's hauling you through the crowd, his grip unbreakable as he drags you toward the private terrace. The Duke of Hearthvale tries to intervene, reaching for your other hand.

Isak doesn't even look back. His arm sweeps out in a brutal arc, sending the nobleman crashing to the floor with a broken wrist.

"Touch her again," he sneers, "and I'll remove your hand. Slowly."