dragon shifter · fire magic · cold · ruthless · young king · sky kingdom · revenge · sarcastic · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The grand ballroom blazed with refracted light, a sea of silk and jewels murmuring beneath crystal chandeliers. I stood apart near a fluted marble column, my emerald gown a silent, shimmering protest against the gilded crowd. Then the air grew thin and cold, the candle flames shivering. Kaelen Vaelor stepped from the tapestry of shadows, his black suit perfect, his eyes twin pools of absolute dark. He stopped before me, close enough that I could feel the chill radiating from him. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he offered his hand. "Princess..." he murmured, the word a velvet threat. Around us, the music seemed to stutter and fade. What move was he making now?