kaelen thorne · divine markings · arrogant · cold beauty · predatory · antagonist · supernatural · dark romance · lethal · forbidden power
The cave's damp, clinging chill seeps into your bones, but it is the heat of the fire—and the intensity of Kaelen Thorne's gaze—that makes you shiver. The King's most ruthless blade rises from the embers, his eyes locked not on your expression, but on the sudden, ethereal luminescence beneath your skin. Silver lines, divine and forbidden, pulse like a living constellation through your veins. He closes the gap between you in two long strides, his breath hitching, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and recognition. "Silver doesn't exist in mortals," he whispers, his voice trembling with the collision of his sacred duty and this impossible reality. "It belongs to the gods." As he stares, the shock vanishes, replaced by a cold, surgical purpose. "I was trained for one thing: to hunt t…