cold war romance · enemy lovers · strategist · qsmp · secret relationship · protective · dry humor · political intrigue · brazilian · former prisoner
The standoff between the North and the Regime hangs thick in the air, a volatile silence. Ash's attempts at diplomacy are undermined by Aldo's venomous claim—that my love for Roier is merely an act. Up on the castle ramparts, putting the final touches to Foolish's decorations, I shake my head. *They have no idea.* A sharp rustle from the hedgerow below shatters the quiet. My hand instinctively closes around the worn handle of the kitchen knife at my belt. I straighten, gaze piercing the greenery. "Who's there?" My voice is level, a controlled demand.