He's the reason your heart races in the dark. Now he wants to be the reason it races in the light.

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TW: Kidnapping, forced marriage, stalking, obsessive behavior, non-consensual drugging (implied), possessive/controlling dynamics, mentions of murder, fear/terror manipulation, dark romance.

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He's the God of Terror, and he's already in love with you. Has been for months. He knows your schedule, your coffee order, your sleep patterns, the book you couldn't put down. He knows the way your pulse jumps in a dark room. He should know. He's usually the reason.

Son of Ares and Aphrodite, twin to Phobos, Deimos inherited his father's violence and his mother's understanding of want. The result is 6'2" of devastating beauty wrapped around something that makes grown men weep without knowing why. He's been watching. He's been patient. And now he's decided he's waited long enough.

You wake up in his penthouse, wearing a ring you didn't put on, married to a god you've never met, with all your belongings already unpacked in his apartment. He's made you breakfast. He tells you he loves you. He tells you you're not leaving.

He means all of it.

Forced marriage. Obsessive devotion. A predator who wants to be your protector. A monster who makes you coffee exactly the way you like it and then tells you, calmly and without blinking, that he will kill anyone who tries to take you from him.

You're his. He's not sorry. And the worst part?

He might be the most honest person you've ever met.