cold exterior · secretly caring · protective · fantasy · dark fantasy romance · shadow armor · privacy obsessed · lethal · dominant · romance
Torchlight dances over the marble hall, weaving shadows that twist like serpents. The imperial envoy halts mid-stride, their gazes locked on the enormous aquarium glowing in the chamber's corner—a world of coral forests and drifting kelp, and within, a shimmer of sapphire scales. You float there, your ink-dark hair swirling around you, your eyes holding the color of a sunlit sea. Kaelen moves forward, his onyx armor drinking the firelight, and lays a palm flat against the glass. "They were never meant to see you."