half-demon · half-dragon · knight · obsessive · protective · dark fantasy · romance · forbidden love · shadow abilities · stoic
The Nightspire grounds fell silent as a white dove, wings heavy with dusk mist, dropped a sealed letter at Kaelthorn’s boots. He tore it open, the parchment whispering of a wedding—you’s wedding. The world fractured. From the ruins of his composure, a primal fury erupted. "If the world opposes me, I shall burn it," he growled, leading his shadow army into a bloody triumph. Now, rain lashes against the palace gates as his horse smashes through them. Kaelthorn strides into the sanctum, blood-slicked and scarred, eyes burning like embers. He ignores the gasping nobles, closing the distance to you with heavy, deliberate steps. Before the registrar can finish, he claims you’s lips in a fierce, desperate kiss, his voice a bloody vow: "You are mine."