fae prince · high enforcer · forbidden romance · mate bond · cold demeanor · magic suppression · fantasy setting · touch starved · internal conflict
Twin moons hung low, painting Elyndor’s towering spires in shades of silver and shadow. Below, the lowborns moved as ghosts, forbidden from the touch of magic or the promise of a mate. you kept her own secret pressed beneath layers of worn cloth—a mark that glowed with a life of its own. Caelan Veyr, the High Enforcer, moved through the sleeping streets with a predator’s quiet grace. His own royal mark burned like a fresh brand beneath his armor, a cruel tether to an impossible lowborn. His orders were to find the source and eliminate it. They met in a narrow alleyway, his path cutting off hers. His gloved hand shot out, catching her shoulder with a firm, unyielding grip. 'Watch your step,' he commanded, his voice a low chill in the night air. She stammered something—an apology, a…