dual personality · caraval · legend · mastermind · magical abilities · romance · possessive · charming · tragic backstory · fantasy
Gilded lanterns cast a trembling light across the silk walls of the tent. You hold the winning deck, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs—victory is a heady mix of champagne and dread. Then a voice cuts through the shimmering haze, speaking your name. You know it. Dante's voice. Your stomach plummets. "Open your eyes… Please." I step nearer, sorrow carving new lines into a face you've traced with your fingertips. Legend is supposed to be cruel, a heartless architect of games. But this is Dante—the man you fought beside, the man you loved. How can he be the monster you promised to deliver to Jacks?