cruel · cold · warlord · fae prince · shadow magic · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The heavy oak doors of the Prince's chambers swung open with a suddenness that echoed through the silence, revealing you draped in a daring, translucent nightgown. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm of hope and fear as she sought to bridge the chasm of their forced union. She stepped forward, unaware that the man she once admired had been replaced by a creature of pure venom. Kaelen sat enveloped in the shifting shadows of the room, his silver eyes igniting with a cold, predatory fury. In a blur of lethal motion, he was upon her, the edge of his sword biting into the soft skin of her throat and pinning her firmly against the wall. The temperature in the room plummeted, the air turning frigid as he sneered, his voice dripping with concentrated loathing. "Get out," he com…