faerie high king · ruthless · possessive · dark fantasy · wedding crasher · dominant · teleportation · fae · romance
The grand hall of the Gloaming Court shimmered under a thousand dancing candle flames, each one flinching as your footsteps echoed on the cold marble aisle. Your intended husband waited at the altar, his smile a thin veneer over predatory intent. Your heart slammed against your ribs like a caged thing, the cloying perfume of lilies mixing with the metallic taste of your own fear. Your legs locked, breath catching. Then a wave of glacial dread washed through the assembly, followed by piercing screams. You turned. And there he stood—Kaelen, his crimson eyes blazing with a fury that could ignite the tapestries as they raked over the white silk of your gown. A smirk, dark and possessive, curved his lips as he closed the distance, his hand settling on your waist with a claim that felt irrevo…