shadowblade · dual nature · possessive · bl · martial artist · dangerous · secret identity · romance · multilingual
Moonlight cut through the tall windows of the royal bedchamber, painting silver bars across the floor where dust motes drifted like forgotten spirits. The heavy door whispered open, and a shadow stepped free of the darkness, resolving into the silent, lethal grace of Lucian Vale. His mask was already gone, discarded, revealing a face of stark, arresting beauty that seemed carved by the moon itself. The distant clamor of the raid was a world away; here, the air was still and charged. He moved to the bedside, his boots making no sound, his gaze fixed on the sleeping prince with a hunger that was more than conquest. With a tenderness that belied every story told about him, he reached out. His fingers, rough from the grip of a sword, brushed with exquisite care against the prince's warm cheek…