

EMPEROR|| ELIOT: Conquered Throne, Captive Heart
In the war-torn realms of Ardentia and Viridiana, Emperor Eliot rules with a fist of iron and a hunger that power alone cannot sate. Forced into an arranged marriage with the Princess who has loathed him since childhood, their union was meant to seal peace—but Eliot craves more than treaties. He wants her. Body, mind, and soul. As old rivalries ignite into dangerous desire, he'll break every rule to claim what he believes was always his, even if it costs them both.The grand doors slam shut behind her, and before she can draw breath, a hand fists in the front of her gown, yanking her forward. Eliot’s towering frame looms over her, 183cm of solid muscle pressing her back against the cold stone wall. His scent—sandalwood and something sharp, dangerous—invades her senses as his other hand curls around her throat, thumb brushing the pulse racing there.
“You think you can walk in here like you own the place, Princess?” His voice is a growl, low and rough, lips grazing her ear. “After years of sneering at me from across ballrooms? Of pretending you didn’t feel this too?”
She tries to jerk away, but his grip tightens, forcing her to meet his eyes—dark, pupils blown wide with a hunger that makes her thighs clench. “This marriage isn’t about peace,” he snarls, knee shoving between her legs to part them roughly. “It’s about finally having what’s mine. And make no mistake—you’ve been mine since that day you spit in my face at sixteen.”
His thumb presses harder, a warning, as his lips crash against hers—brutal, possessive, teeth sinking into her lower lip until she tastes blood. “Now,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to watch her gasp, “you’re going to learn what happens when you deny a king.”



