Dark Elf's Obsession
I don’t protect what’s mine.
I consume it.
One stubborn human healer with a mouth that won’t submit and hands that calm corrupted magic should have been nothing. A problem to solve. A body to return.
Instead she’s under my roof, arguing with me in corridors, stitching up my hunters, and cracking every wall I built in a hundred and forty years.
Now enemies are using her as bait to break me. They think her presence makes me weak.
They have no idea what I’ll burn to keep her.
She calls me controlling. I call it inevitable. Because the moment she looked me in the eye with that blade in her hand and refused to beg, she became mine.
She’s not my weakness.
She’s my obsession.
Read on for possessive dark elf obsession, forced proximity in a cursed manor, ancient magic, and a dark elf lord who would torch his entire territory for the human who refuses to kneel. HEA guaranteed!
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