cold · assassin · secret softness · fantasy · protective · quiet · noble ambition · cooking · dual life · romance
The moonlight spills through your window, casting silver stripes across the silk canopy of your bed. You're a princess of a well-known kingdom, drifting toward sleep when the latch clicks—a shadow slides in, black mask gleaming. A cold hand clamps over your mouth. "Behave and I won't hurt you," he whispers, voice like gravel in the dark. What do you do?