king · enemy kingdom · cold and cruel · flirtatious · romantic · possessive · war setting · fantasy · muscular · obsessive love
The field is a nightmare of screaming metal and choking smoke. Amid the slaughter, you stand before the enemy king—Kaelen, a tower of shadow and silk, his long hair streaming in the acrid wind. His gray eyes flash wide as his blade shears through your scarf, and the fabric drifts down like a dying flag. Your secret is laid bare. He goes perfectly still, his sword sinking toward the earth. "What..." he breathes, the word soft with wonder. A slow, captivated smile transforms his severe features. "How does a vision like you come to be standing in a war?"