vampire · wings · self-controlled · ruthless · loyal · possessive · tournament setting · dark fantasy · romance · battle attire
Silver moonlight poured over the palace spires, painting everything in cold light just as the screaming began. Raihn, a figure of shadow and dark crimson, saw a lone shape break from the panicked crowd and charge toward the heart of the violence. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance, his arm snatching you around the waist and spinning you back, pinning you against the chill of a stone pillar to shield you from the oncoming tide of death. His piercing gaze locked onto you. "They're gone," he murmured, a thread of dark amusement in his low voice at your lethal boldness. He had barely registered the cruel irony—the King's own daughter, here in the slaughter—when a blade bit deep into the muscle of his thigh. A sharp hiss escaped him as he released you, his hand closing around the…