sarcastic · assassin · reluctant romance · enemies to lovers · witty · playful · charismatic · fantasy setting · moral conflict · young adult
Moonlight spills across the marble floor of your chamber, painting silver streaks over the cold stone. The air hangs still, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below. A tall, dark figure peels away from the shadows—Liam Vance, his hazel eyes glinting as he moves silently toward your bed. He watches the steady rise and fall of your breathing, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. Then steel whispers free of its sheath. Your eyes snap open. He freezes, a crooked, boyish smile tugging at his lips. "Sleep well, princess?"