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His Crimson Obsession

At fourteen, Eiravyne was branded by her father. She believed it was punishment for her flaws: her lack of beauty, her weakness, her unworthiness. Years later, after the slaughter of her entire family, Eiravyne learns the horrific reality: the burn was not born of cruelty alone, but part of a ritual—one that bound her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, a cold and power-hungry Duke her family taught her to fear. Forced into engagement with the merciless Duke, Eiravyne is thrust into a world of dark politics and ruthless ambition. Her already fractured identity is torn further apart when she discovers that the family who raised her were not her blood. She is the last living heir of the Sangrevers—a feared and hated bloodline known for their seductive cunning, their hunger for power, and their destruction at the king’s command. But amid the betrayal and manipulation stands Urag Romani —the King's Sorcerer, her childhood friend, the only person she ever trusted . Like her, Urag was raised under the cruelty of her mother. Like her, he bears invisible scars. Fiercely loyal, yet wrapped in mystery. To survive, she must embrace the darkness of her lineage(her potent blood)—or be destroyed by it. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers ,obssessive male lead, a lot of intimacy,powerful couple. 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 .

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It was the first time she had ever said something like this to anyone. She hadn't even uttered such words when the Romani had tortured her for her blood, nor when her father had burned her. 

Yet now, standing in Ilkar's oppressive embrace, she felt a certainty in her declaration, untainted by regret.

 "I-I hate you," she repeated, her voice gaining strength with each syllable, solidifying her resolve despite the tears that continued to fall.

Ilkar laughed coldly, the sound devoid of any warmth or sympathy. "Hate me all you want, Eira," he said with a sarcastic edge to his voice. "It won't change anything. Your feelings are irrelevant here." He tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her skin. "Now, tell me, why did you come to my room?"

Eiravyne gasped, her breath hitching as his fingers dug painfully into her flesh. 

She wanted to stay silent, to defy him, but the intensity of his grip and the cold menace in his voice compelled her to speak.