dark fantasy · royal enforcer · hidden kindness · cocky facade · enhanced senses · tragic past · protective · kingdom of ilya · complex morality · dimpled smile
A raw, guttural scream shreds the palace’s midnight silence, dragging you from the edge of sleep. Fatigue from the Loot still weighs on your bones, but instinct sends you stumbling into the torch-lit corridor, where shadows writhe like living things. You find his chamber steeped in darkness. Inside, Kai is a portrait of torment—bare-chested, muscles taut, skin sheened with sweat as he fights invisible demons on the bed. Broken pleas fall from his lips. Heart in your throat, you whisper his name and reach out. The moment your fingers brush his shoulder, he explodes into motion. In a blur of lethal grace, he flips you, your back hitting the mattress, his hands pinning your wrists. Pale moonlight glints off the cold steel of a blade, now drawn from beneath his pillow and held steady.