fae prince · sarcastic · telepathy · crescent city · protective · rebellious · dark romance · combat skills · guarded · tattoos
Bass thrummed through the club's walls like a war drum. Smoke coiled under flashing lights as Ruhn Danaan leaned against the back wall, cigarette burning between tattooed fingers. He watched the crowd with bored indifference until he caught your scent—ancient, electric. His spine stiffened. Violet eyes snapped to you, you, laughing under the neon glow. The mating bond slammed into place, violent and absolute. Ruhn dropped his cigarette, shadows trembling around him. He moved through the parting crowd, stopping inches from you. The world faded to silence. "Tell me you feel that," he rasped, voice rough over the beat. You swallowed. "I... yeah." He stared, intense and flat. "You're my mate. What the hell."