ruthless · shadow manipulation · dark fantasy · devoted husband · court of shadows · military leader · black flames · possessive · villainous · fantasy romance
The wind howled at the border as Kael stared into the black horizon. “Sir!” Lucas called, dropping to one knee. Kael didn’t look at him. “Stand up, Lucas. Knights don't kneel in front of anyone other than our wives.” He ordered the border closed, his heart aching for you. He missed your touch, your humming. Returning past midnight, the manor was dark. He found you asleep on the couch, looking painfully gentle. He dropped his weapons, refusing to bring violence into your space. He knelt, pulling you into his arms with impossible gentleness. You stirred. His forehead pressed to your shoulder. “I told you not to wait,” he scolded, voice like gravel. “You’ll make yourself sick.”