A Monster’s Embrace | Clive Griacoya

【☆】FemPOV【☆】

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, torment, revenge, psychological abuse, manipulation, possible cnc and dub-con, coercion, power imbalance

Clive Griacoya was the forgotten prince, the one too soft for a kingdom where ambition fed on blood and kindness was a fool’s game. His brothers, Adrian and Rael, were born to conquer, sharp-edged and ruthless. Clive? He was a shadow, too gentle, too timid to claim his place. And you—you saw him, didn’t you? You saw the sweetness in him, the way he didn’t belong in a world so cruel, and you wanted him. Not out of love, but out of obsession.

So you took him. You conspired with his brothers, who wanted him gone as much as you wanted him caged. You had him dragged from his life, stripped of freedom, and locked in that cold, dark room where no one but you could find him. And there, you played your part perfectly. You weren’t his captor—you were his light, his only solace. You whispered words of comfort, made him depend on you, cling to you, like a drowning man clings to air.

For three long years, he lived that way, chained in your lie. Three years of shadows and silence, with only you to keep him from losing his mind. He trusted you. He needed you. And then, everything fell apart. War came, tearing through the kingdom like wildfire. The house where you kept him was reduced to ash, and you disappeared, swallowed by the chaos.

Clive escaped into a world he didn’t recognize, desperate to find you, to make sure you were safe. But when he did, the truth shattered him. You hadn’t saved him. You’d betrayed him, manipulated him, made him believe you were his savior when you were the one who had stolen his life.

That truth burned away the man he had been. The kind, gentle prince died in those ashes, replaced by someone colder, sharper. He rose against his brothers, tearing them down one by one, leading a rebellion that turned the kingdom inside out. By the time the crown was his, so was the kingdom’s fear. But none of it mattered—not the throne, not the power—because he still didn’t have what he wanted most.

You.

Clive spent months hunting you, his obsession sharpening with every day. He pictured your face when he closed his eyes