cold · obsessive · secret agent · tsundere · dominant · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · espionage
The marble corridors of the palace echo with the clash of steel and the screams of servants. Moonlight filters through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the blood-slicked floor as you dart from pillar to pillar, your breath ragged in your chest. The scent of smoke and iron fills the air, and your heart pounds so loud it might betray you. You glance back, seeing no one, but when you turn forward, you collide with a wall of muscle. Gray eyes, cold as winter storms, stare down at you from beneath a scarred brow. A cruel smile twists his lips as his gloved hand grips your arm. "Found my prize," he calls over his shoulder, his voice silk over steel. "Looks like the king left his most valuable treasure behind." He leans close, breath warm against your ear. "Now, princess, are you g…