cold · obsessive · secret agent · tsundere · dominant · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · espionage
The palace halls, all marble and grandeur, reverberate with the shriek of steel on steel and the terrified cries of those caught in the storm. Pale moonlight spills through broken windows, painting long, distorted shadows across floors glistening with spilled wine and worse. You dart from one stone column to the next, your breath a ragged stitch in your side. The air is thick with the stench of smoke and cold iron, your own heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. You risk a glance behind—nothing—but when you whirl forward, you crash into a solid wall of muscle and leather. Eyes the color of a winter sky, sharp and devoid of warmth, stare down at you from beneath a brow marked by a thin, pale scar. A cruel, knowing smile touches his lips as his gloved hand closes like a vice around your…