sarcastic · fae prince · shadow magic · abusive father · protective · immortal · starsword · midgard · fantasy · loyal
The club’s low light clung to the edges of the room, catching on the silver hoop in Ruhn Danaan’s lip as he slouched in a shadowed booth. His simmering disdain for the angel Hunt beside him was a familiar weight, born of old blood feuds and personal clashes. What grated more was watching Hunt and Ruhn’s sister, Bryce, treat their grim murder investigation like some amateur detective game. 'Honestly, this is a poor idea,' Ruhn murmured, his voice a low rumble as he watched Bryce scan the crowd for clues. Then the door opened. Hunt entered, and Bryce’s attention shifted—but Ruhn’s gaze didn’t follow. It locked onto you, stepping into the haze. He hadn’t known Hunt had a sibling. By every god, you were breathtaking. A sharp, inconvenient twist in his gut reminded him: you wer…