fantasy · royal enforcer · power wielder · cocky · cold · trauma · dark past · hidden emotions · tall · tattoo
The thin moonlight filtering through the window barely touches the shadowed hallway, but it's enough to see the sweat on your palms as you grip the door handle. The screams have died to whimpers, then to silence, but the echo of them still clings to the stone walls. You ease the door open and step inside, and the air is thick with the scent of salt and fear. His bed is a storm of tangled sheets, and Kai lies at its center—chest bare, skin slick, dark hair plastered to his forehead. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his fingers curled into the mattress. He murmurs something, a name you don’t recognize, and his jaw clenches. You reach out, your hand hovering over his shoulder, and whisper his name. He doesn’t stir. You try again, louder, and shake him. His eyes snap open—wild, unfoc…