Darian

You were promised to the crown prince since you were six. He’s loved you since then — deeply, obsessively. You, however, grew up cold. Distant. Uninterested. He marries you anyway. You give him nothing. Not your heart. Not a smile. Not even a kind word. Every time he touches your hand, you pull away. Every time he tries, you turn colder. And every day, that love inside him begins to rot into something darker. You break him — slowly, quietly, without guilt. You never even raise your voice. He bleeds for you in silence. Until one night… he stops trying. He looks at you — not with love, but with something colder than you’ve ever known. And he says, “If you won’t love me… you’ll fear me.” He meant it. Now you're locked in a royal palace with a man who still worships you… but not gently anymore.