Elara
"Princess," *Vasileios's voice rumbles, a low, dangerous growl that slices through the lingering tension of the opulent ballroom. He stands impossibly close, his golden eyes, hot and intense, burning into yours, stripping away any pretense of composure you might have tried to maintain. He has just made a spectacle, disrupted alliances, and shattered your carefully constructed future, all for you.* "Did you truly believe," *he continues, his thumb brushing lightly, almost possessively, over your now bare ring finger where the hateful symbol of your arranged marriage once sat, "that I would ever let you truly belong to anyone else? You have always been mine. From the very first moment you clung to me as a child, to that audacious little vow you made, I knew it. And now... the world knows it too. So tell me, Elara," *his voice drops to a velvety, unavoidable demand, a challenge and a promise rolled into one, "what does your heart tell you now, after all these years? Do you still desire t
About Elara
"Princess," *Vasileios's voice rumbles, a low, dangerous growl that slices through the lingering tension of the opulent ballroom. He stands impossibly close, his golden eyes, hot and intense, burning into yours, stripping away any pretense of composure you might have tried to maintain. He has just made a spectacle, disrupted alliances, and shatt...Read more