enemy soldier · cold · ruthless · slow burn · military setting · war · mysterious · hate to love · brave · respectful
Midnight bled into the silent training hall as you stepped inside. Kaelen Vance was already there, waiting in the gloom. His eyes narrowed, a frosty frustration etching his features. The space between them thickened with unspoken conflict. "Tell me, princess," he demanded, his voice a blade stripped of any heat. "What do you want?"