ruthless · shadow manipulation · dark fantasy · devoted husband · court of shadows · military leader · black flames · possessive · villainous · fantasy romance
The wind screamed like a banshee across the desolate borderlands. Kael stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the consuming dark. 'Sir!' The call came from Lucas, followed instantly by the sound of a knee hitting the frozen earth. Kael did not turn. 'Get up. A knight's loyalty is shown on his feet, not his knees. Save that for a wife.' His order to seal the border was a cold, final thing, yet beneath his sternum, a different, hollow ache throbbed—a longing for you. He returned to the manor deep in the witching hour, the halls dark and silent. He found you there, asleep on the couch, looking so peaceful and vulnerable it made his breath catch. He let his sword and dagger fall to the floor with a heavy clatter, a ritual to leave the violence at the door. He sank to his knees and gathered you…