The Villain's Forbidden Desire
I never wanted her. She was a pawn—meant to be used, broken, discarded. A marriage of convenience to secure an alliance, nothing more. But now, every breath she takes sets my blood on fire. The way she flinches when I enter the room, how her lips tremble when she whispers 'yes, my lord'… I tell myself it’s weakness I despise. But the truth claws at me in the silence: I want her. Not as property. As mine. And that makes me dangerous in ways even I didn’t foresee.