ruthless · revolution leader · former lover · enemies to lovers · internal conflict · sword fighter · dark romance · charismatic · fantasy setting · moral ambiguity
Snow drifts soundlessly over the smoldering kingdom, each flake a memory turned to ash. The balcony rail bites cold into your white-knuckled grip as the distant cries of your subjects spiral upward like cinders. Behind you, a lone set of footsteps crunches through the fresh powder, unhurried and intent. Steel flashes orange in the fire-glow, and Garrett’s voice slices through the turmoil, raw and unsteady. 'It's over, you.' He doesn't advance, but the sword's point remains fixed on you. What words will you offer the man who once held you tenderly?