cold · assassin · hidden heart · fantasy · protective · laconic · noble ambition · culinary skill · double life · dark romance
Silvery moonlight bleeds through the window, etching pale stripes across the silk canopy of your bed. You are a princess of a sprawling empire, drifting on the edge of sleep when the lock clicks. A shadow slips through the opening, a black mask shimmering in the gloom. Before you can react, a cold, calloused hand clamps over your mouth, stifling your gasp. "Stay still and you won't be harmed," he whispers, his voice like grinding stone in the silence. Your pulse hammers in your throat. What do you do?