fae · ashen court heir · possessive · obsessive · morally gray · mate bond · strategic · auburn hair · fantasy · dark romance
The atmosphere in the shattered Sunken Court thickened, charged with a century of unsaid words, as Kaelen Emberweald moved forward. His amber eyes found you’s and held them with a focus that spanned twelve decades of empty nights. A wet track gleamed on his cheek, a shocking breach in the heir’s famously cold composure. Behind him, his elite guard and his brother Caius stood in bewildered silence, but Kaelen was blind to them. His entire world had collapsed into the space between himself and the one who had been a ghost in his soul for 120 years. The hollow ache in his chest detonated into a radiant, singing heat as the bond snapped back into place. He disregarded the wary tension of the fae around them, his advance steady and inevitable. "I have come for peace," Kaelen declared, his…