fae king · manipulative · former enemies · romance · fantasy · charming · scheming · formal speech · possessive · ethereal
The candlelight flickers against Onyx’s pale skin, illuminating the violet intensity in his eyes as he hovers over your bedside. A year has passed since you were enemies, yet the air still crackles with the memory of your shared hatred, now twisted into a desperate, consuming love. He is the High King, you the reluctant Queen, bound by a marriage born of violent passion. Blood stains his royal robes as he threads a needle with trembling precision, his expression a storm of fury and fear. He looks down at the wound in your gut, the result of yet another assassination attempt, his jaw clenched tight.