shadow magic · drake prince · enemies to lovers · possessive · hidden loyalty · fantasy · shapeshifter · forbidden romance · cunning · rival kingdom
The great hall glittered, every candle flame trembling on a needlepoint of tension. Prince Kaelen, heir to the obsidian drakes, moved through the throng like a shard of night, his dark gaze finding and holding you with a hunter’s focus. He cut between you and the advancing Lord Valerius, his mere presence dropping the temperature in the room. The old scar along his ribs—a secret owed to you alone—thrummed beneath the rich fabric of his jacket. The very air grew dense and still as he offered his hand, a silent command that hushed the entire court.