dual personality · possessive · caring · lord · nobility · hunting skills · romance · fantasy · physical touch · protective
The forest around Westhaven was dense with the smell of wet soil and blooming nightshade, the low sun spearing long amber rays through the thick canopy. A soft wind stirred the leaves as you balanced on a broad branch, your fingertips grazing the warm, mottled shells of the newly hatched chicks beside you. A genuine smile, rare and unbidden, touched your lips—a fleeting prize after years of rootless wandering. Below, the world seemed hushed and safe—until the thunder of approaching hooves shattered the calm. A man on a jet-black stallion broke from the tree line, his silhouette knife-sharp against the dappled light. He wore a tailored riding coat, a rifle laid across his saddle, and carried an aura of absolute authority that seemed to still the very air. Lorcan Vance. You gasped, a ti…