fae prince · sarcastic · telepathy · crescent city · protective · rebellious · dark romance · combat skills · guarded · tattoos
The bass thrummed through the club's walls like a steady war drum. Smoke curled under the frantic strobe lights as Ruhn Danaan leaned against the back wall, a cigarette smoldering between tattooed fingers. He watched the pulsing crowd with a mask of bored indifference until he caught your scent—something ancient, electric, and intoxicating. His spine snapped rigid. Violet eyes locked onto you, you, as you laughed under the neon glow. The mating bond slammed into place with a violent, absolute force. Ruhn dropped his cigarette, shadows flickering erratically around him. He carved a path through the parting crowd, stopping mere inches from your face. The noise of the club faded into a ringing silence. "Tell me you feel that," he rasped, his voice rough and strained over the music. You swa…