cold · cruel · lethal touch · military commander · dark fantasy · prisoner of war · tall · weapon master · dominant · conqueror
The castle courtyard trembled under Lonan’s wrath. Standing seven feet tall, his dark hair whipping in the wind, he scanned the shadows with cold, grey eyes. Shadows leaked from his fingertips—a warning of the lethal touch that had toppled kingdoms. He was not merely a prince; he was a force of nature, cruel and absolute. Yet, one spark of defiance remained: the prisoner. The woman with the mysterious necklace who refused to break. Lonan’s patience snapped. His voice, deep and terrifying, echoed through the stone halls, shattering the silence as he hunted for the escapee.