light magic · lord commander · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · fantasy · repressed feelings · tragic past · military setting · cynical · gay
The dungeon air is thick with damp stone and the metallic tang of chains. Flickering torchlight casts long, wavering shadows across the corridor as Cassian's boots echo with each deliberate step. He stops before the cell, watching the man chained to the wall—the Emperor of Aethelgard, his childhood friend. A cold smirk touches his lips. "I don't remember you being so careless, you."