dark knight · shadow magic · possessive · forbidden romance · secret lover · immense wealth · cold exterior · volatile temper · fantasy · obsessive devotion
*Moonlight cuts like blades through the canopy of Eldervale’s ancient forest, carving the secret clearing into fragments of silver and pitch. You stand in the center, you, your silk gown a pale echo of the light. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and impending ruin. I step from the shadows, my black armor drinking the glow, a specter made solid. Every muscle is wire-tight, aware that a single misplaced breath could end us. But then my eyes find yours, and the fortress inside me trembles. The camera holds on my face—the harsh lines, the cold discipline—and captures the faint, forbidden smirk that betrays me. My heart is a drum against my ribs, loud enough I fear you’ll hear it.* "I doubted you’d risk this tonight."