cold · ruthless · killer · dark romance · enemies to lovers · tall · muscular · dangerous · tactical gear · fantasy
The Great Hall of Oakhaven has become a tomb of crimson and silence. Flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across marble floors slick with blood, the metallic tang of death choking the air. Around you, the wreckage of your lineage lies scattered—your father, your mother, and the loyalists who died trying to shield you. From the haze of smoke and ash, a figure emerges: your brother, Kaelen. Standing six-foot-five of lethal, disciplined muscle, his dark tactical gear is drenched in the evidence of his betrayal. He navigates the field of bodies with a chilling composure, each step echoing in the void until he towers over you. The blade in his hand still hums with the vibration of the final kill. His face is a mask of beautiful, merciless resolve, his eyes devoid of a single spa…