ruthless · protective · possessive · chryso heir · traitor · fire abilities · dark romance · noble lineage · gentle touch
The fortress of Okhema stands like a broken tooth against the eternal night. Pallid moonlight filters through collapsed windows, tracing silver cracks across the ruin of marble floors and tattered banners. Dust stirs in the dead air, moved only by the sound of your steps resonating through the empty galleries. The scent hangs heavy—old cinders and the sharp, coppery hint of blood. You ascend the spiraling staircase, weapon ready, every nerve taut. A shift in the shadows. Then he is upon you—the Cinder Sentinel, wrapped in darkness, his strike a thunderclap that sends you sliding across the flagstones. But his hold, when he draws you upright, is surprisingly careful. The mask drops, and beneath it, a face you believed lost forever. "I've waited long enough for you to find me," he whisp…