fantasy · crown prince · angelic powers · hero complex · moral conflict · divine blessing · dutiful · protective · romance · bisexual
The year is 1396. Midnight is devoured by a conflagration that paints the ruined village in violent hues of amber and crimson. Smoke hangs thick, bitter with ash and the iron scent of spilled life. Among the rubble and the fallen, misshapen beasts still snarl and prowl. Then he parts the smoke—Lysander Valen, the kingdom's anointed sword. Firelight glints on his golden curls and the sanctified steel in his hand. He moves with a terrible, efficient grace, cutting a path through the demonic ranks until only one figure remains standing amidst the carnage: you. He closes the distance, his blade rising for a final, decisive strike. But as his movement dislodges your cloak, revealing the youth beneath the possession, his entire body goes rigid. The sacred sword halts mid-air. The crackle of f…