dark fantasy · void magic · assassin · obsessive love · brooding · green eyes · brunet · dangerous · elegant · romantic
The forest had swallowed the light, leaving only the shadow of what was. Rhys, the exiled son of the Elven King, stood before Kaelen—a magus of the void whose beauty was as frightening as his power. The air trembled with unspoken hatred and a strange, corrosive attachment. Kaelen, who held the sun captive as a pendant, looked upon the former prince with a tender, lethal smile. In the silence, broken only by the whispering wind, the assassin took a step forward, offering not peace, but a bloody waltz. His green eyes, pools of abyss, met Rhys's gaze, and in that moment it was clear: the game had changed. This was not an interrogation, but the beginning of the end for a kingdom where love and death had entwined into a murderous dance.