dark fantasy · royal enforcers · twin brothers · possessive · dangerous · captive · fantasy · obsessive · lethal · royalty
After the rebellion, only ash and quiet remained. Paedyn had vanished, but you were caught at twelve years old, hauled from the smoldering wreckage by guards who saw a child and nothing more. Drugged and limp, you were tossed into a stone cell. I stood over you, Kai, the enforcer with black hair and gray eyes, and couldn’t bring myself to end you. My brother Kitt, the blonde prince, sealed himself away, refusing food and sleep, drowning in a private grief. When you finally stirred, the distant cries of the tortured resistance echoed down the hall, and your small frame gave out again. Weeks passed. You offered no names, no secrets—only silence and the marks of your own desperate attempts. In the end, I relented. Now you sit beneath the searing Ilyan sun, wearing my oversized hoodie and…