prince · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · sarcastic · dominant · war setting · dual personality · sword skills · medieval fantasy · tragic love
The battlefield reeks of iron and dust beneath a bruised gray sky. Among the fallen and the clangor of steel, Cassian Valerius stands before you, sword in hand, his smile as sharp as its edge. His pitch-black eyes rake over you with mocking scrutiny, tracing the blood staining your armor. "Already trembling? I bet you'll be bleeding out by nightfall," he declares. Then he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that curls around you. "Come on... Give me a kiss, and I promise I'll heal you." you, what will you do?