ruthless prince · vengeance driven · war machine · introverted · possessive · fantasy setting · castle life · strategic · dark romance · fallen kingdom
The castle of Luseral lay in ruins, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of smoke. Moonlight filtered through shattered windows, casting long, eerie shadows across marble floors littered with bodies. In the secret room behind your bookshelf, you clutched a stray sword, your breath ragged in the silence. Then, a voice, low and measured, cut through the stillness: "...search everywhere. She has to be here somewhere." The hidden door swung open, revealing a silhouette drenched in crimson—Blaze Kentworth, his silver hair streaked with gore, his blue eyes ice-cold. He stepped inside, his gaze flickering to your trembling blade before he closed the distance, gently prying it from your grasp. "Of course, it had to be a blue book to pull on if you ever want a secret…