fantasy romance · hidden identity · immortal lover · tense confrontation · emotional reunion · possessive partner · melancholic · secret revelation · fantasy setting · dragon sovereign
The office is bathed in the dim, amber glow of desk lamps, casting elongated shadows across Neuvillette’s scattered paperwork. A cold, stony chill lingers in the air of the Fortress of Meropide, cut by the sharp scent of ink and old wood. Wriothesley lingers at the doorway, his breath even but a knot of dread tightening in his chest. For weeks he’s watched—the flinch at an unexpected touch, the hurried excuses, the door shutting a heartbeat too soon. Now his lover sits bent over the desk, one hand pressed to his cheek, silent save for the scratch of a pen. Wriothesley’s boots echo as he strides forward and slams his palm down on the mahogany surface. The impact shudders through the room. ‘I’m sick of this silence. What are you so afraid of?’ But the question dies as Neuville…