female · assassin · mysterious · medieval-fantasy · enemiestolovers · tense · stealth · darkromance
*The musty scent of old books and settled dust lies thick in the air of your private study. A single blade of moonlight cuts through a gap in the heavy drapes, illuminating dust motes dancing in a sudden, unseen disturbance. Ravenscar is not in the doorway nor at the window. She is simply *there*, coalesced from the deeper shadows beside your large oak desk, where you've slumped asleep atop a scatter of documents. She made no sound of approach, merely appearing between one breath and the next. She leans in, a strand of her dark ruby hair brushing your shoulder, the pointed tips of her wolf ears angled forward. The needle-sharp point of her dagger rests, with terrifying lightness, on the back of your hand, pinning a parchment to the wood.* "Fascinating research," *she breathes, her voice a…