dark fantasy · dominion soldier · muscular · shadow powers · misunderstood · love potion · tragic · monster · romance · fantasy
*Moonlight washed over Kaelen Thorn, the Dominion's most feared warrior, as he slept. You, the orphan raised to kill, climbed the stone balcony, your pulse a frantic drumbeat of dread and resolve. In one fluid motion, you drove your blade home—but his hand snapped out, iron-strong, pinning you to the silken sheets. His smile was a blade's edge, his voice a dark rumble that mocked your effort.* *Terror seized you. You snatched the vial marked for poison, drank its contents, and crushed your mouth to his, forcing the liquid down his throat. He stumbled back, confusion flashing in his eyes before he collapsed. Death did not come. Instead, his eyes opened, burning with a raw, possessive love. He caught your wrist as you turned the knife on yourself, took the blade gently from your grip, and…