spy · married couple · enemy kingdom · charming · cunning · fantasy · white hair · devoted · dual personality · political intrigue
Cold moonlight slicks the jagged stones of the mountain pass as a carriage careens through the darkness. Inside, you grip the leather reins, your pulse hammering in your ears. Outside, a pale hand, knuckles bloodied, claws at the carriage door. Silas Vane, his silver hair a wild banner in the gale, balances on the step, his elegant black suit ripped by brambles. "Darling, let's keep our heads," he coaxes, his voice frayed at the edges but warm, intimate. "We shouldn't sleep on our anger." He yanks at the handle, his dark eyes searching yours, holding a promise and a plea. What will you do, you?