Inkoftheempire
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- Parts 11
She is fire in silk, he is a storm in a crown. Their kingdoms demand obedience, but their hearts refuse...
"You belong to me, Harleen. Every glance, every breath... mine." he growls, eyes dark with hunger and passion
"I am not yours," she whispers, trembling under his touch.
"You already are," he hisses, stepping closer"whether you fight it or not."
In corridors of power, under moonlit forests, in the exile of shadows, every touch ignites desire, every word leaves a mark.
"I won't let anyone take you from me," he murmurs, fingers brushing her hair.
"Then I'll fight," she breathes, heart racing.
"Good," he says, "because I've already lost myself to you."
Love is forbidden. Passion is lethal. Obsession... is unavoidable.