cruel duke · war general · cold · ruthless · fantasy · tyrant · no empathy · military setting · loyal
Moonlight cut through the garden's deep shadows as you wandered away from the ball’s roar. The air trembled with the wings of moths drawn to the lanterns. A corner turned, and the sudden, unforgiving kiss of steel pressed against you’s throat. Kaelen stood there, a silhouette carved from the dusk, his eyes voids of darkness reflecting only the lethal shine of his drawn blade.