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His Crimson Obsession

At the age of 14, Eiravyne suffered a brutal burn at the hands of her father, a punishment she believed stemmed from her own failings—her perceived lack of beauty, worth, and value. But years later, after the slaughter of her entire family, she uncovered the truth: the burn wasn’t just cruelty; it was a ritual, binding her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, a man her family had raised her to fear without question. Forced into an arranged marriage with the cold and calculating Duke, Eiravyne became ensnared in a world of political intrigue and power plays. Her fragile sense of self shattered further when she discovered her abusive family had not been her true bloodline. She was the last heir of the Sangrevers—a fearsome and reviled lineage known for their seductive cunning, treachery, and lust for control, annihilated by the king’s decree. Amid this turmoil stood Urag, a man as loyal as he was mysterious, bound by a past that entwined with hers in ways she couldn’t yet fathom. While Ilkar sought to use her bloodline for his ruthless ambitions, Urag’s actions spoke of a fierce loyalty, though his reasons remained locked in the shadows of their shared history. As Eiravyne struggled to reclaim her identity, she was faced with two impossibilities: resisting Ilkar’s cold manipulations and uncovering the truth behind Urag’s allegiance. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, female lead, romance,magic, obssessive male lead, good support side side characters, a lot of intimacy, enemies to lovers, powerful couple, evil and good , bad boy .forced marriage Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .

Isaac_black · Fantasy
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177 Chs

Keep your… filthy hands to yourself

Ilkar's skin felt hot beneath Eiravyne's touch, and to her surprise, he winced, his expression twisting as though her gentle touch caused him pain. She wasn't even using any force, but the connection seemed to sear him.

Accustomed to rejection, she braced herself for him to shove her hands away, expecting the familiar sting of dismissal.

 But Ilkar didn't move. He remained frozen, his breath catching in his throat. His golden eyes, usually sharp and piercing, were now locked with hers, reflecting a turmoil she had never seen before. They seemed trapped, unable to look away.

As she continued to hold his face, her thumbs against his cheekbones, he flinched . "Stop it... st-stop it," he stammered, his voice strained and unsteady.

She watched him, tears streaming down her own face, as he struggled with some unseen battle within himself. 

His eyes, usually filled with a cold intensity, now seemed softer, almost vulnerable.