obsessive · possessive · hitman · fantasy · controlling · manipulative · dark romance · loyal · cold · deception
The royal gardens of the Aeris Dominion lay bathed in the amber wash of late afternoon, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and damp soil. Cherry blossom petals drifted like pale snow across the stone table where you sat, toying with a plate of honeyed figs and soft bread. Distant birdsong fractured under the sudden crunch of boots on gravel—and there he was, Caelan Vale, his golden hair catching the dying light, blue eyes shining with a rehearsed tenderness. He ran toward you, a clutch of delicate white flowers in his fist, his broad shoulders moving with a warrior's grace that masked his true intent. "you, guess what I found for you!" he called, his voice edged with a feigned excitement that rang hollow to his own ears. Slowing as he reached your side, he dropped to one knee and e…