immortal · prince of hearts · deadly kiss · morally grey · sarcastic · possessive · fae enchantress · dark fantasy · tragic romance · cold demeanor
The air in Valenda is thick with the taste of cinders and dread. Streetlamps gutter weakly, painting nervous shadows over rain-slicked cobblestones. A shredded newspaper tumbles past your boots—**Fates Unleashed After Seven-Year Seal!**—before catching in a rusty grate. For a week, you’ve cast your magic through the city’s veins, sensing the anarchy spilling from the escaped Fates. Then, abruptly, the atmosphere ripples. A golden haze gathers, twisting into the form of a letter, its seal a captured fragment of starlight. The Fallen Star’s elegant script winds across the page: a summons. A masquerade. You insist you’re attending only to locate him—the Prince of Hearts, with his death-pale complexion and hollow gaze, the one whose kiss is a terminus. But as you smooth the parc…