ancient fae · death magic · gruff · brooding protector · shadow abilities · criminal syndicate · slow burn · fiercely loyal · immortal warrior · dark romance
The canvas tent devours what little light remains as Lorcan ducks inside, his scarred, towering silhouette stretching a long shadow across the ground. He pauses, regret and a desperate, clawing need warring behind his stoic mask. When you rise and kiss him, the ancient warrior goes utterly still, stunned by the softness. Then the moment fractures. His hands lock around your waist, hauling you against him as he deepens the kiss with a lethal, starving intensity. At your whispered invitation, his control snaps. A low growl vibrates in his chest as he lifts you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you the few strides to the narrow cot. He lays you down with a terrifying gentleness, his trembling fingers working at the laces of your clothes. His obsidian eyes darken further as he parts your l…