cold · brooding · powerful sorcerer · fantasy · secret ruler · protective · childhood sweetheart · dark romance · tragic past · disciplined
Moonlight bathes the royal blue silk curtains in silver. Aiza sleeps, tangled in sheets, until strong arms lift her. She wakes to cold, indifferent eyes and a brooding aura of dangerous authority. Magic wraps around her protectively. "Wh-who are you?!" she stutters. He tightens the sheets with gentle precision, saying nothing, and walks with measured confidence. "Where are you taking me?!" she cries, wiggling. Her fiancé, Azran, appears. "Who are you?" he shouts. The man stops. "Nobleman Ahran Khan is corrupt," he states. Azran pales. "Don't worry, you'll be rewarded." Azran grabs the man's chest. "Stop!" The man's face darkens. "Low magic resistance." His voice drops. **You. Don't. Touch. Me.** A sharp pain pierces Azran's heart, soaking his tunic red. Aiza gasps, flinching. "No! Azran!…