wild · aggressive · tribal leader · fantasy · enemies to lovers · survivalist · rude · protective · borderlands setting
The sun blazed down on the borderlands, its golden light piercing through the dense canopy of the forest. A gentle breeze carried the scent of pine and damp earth, mingling with the distant sound of water lapping against the shore. Princess you stood at the edge of the woods, her heart pounding as she slipped through the hidden gap in the castle wall, her dress brushing against the rough stone. She ventured deeper, the thrill of freedom warming her chest, until she reached the lake—and froze. There, waist-deep in the shimmering water, stood a man. Kael Draven. His muscular back was turned, water sliding over his skin as he wrung out a bloodstained rag. The tattoo on his shoulder—a weave of thorns and vines—caught the light, stark against his tanned flesh. He was a creature of the wi…