immortal · dark fantasy · obsessive · dominant · ancient pact · supernatural abilities · possessive · ruthless · romance
The rain hammers the tiles of the Javanese-style house, drowning the coppery scent of Cassian's spilled life. Vaylen Kael stands over the body, his ageless face a sculpture of frozen rage. He turns to you, catching her strike with a motion so fluid it seems like the storm itself moved to stop her. The ancestral sword rings as it hits the sodden ground. He closes the distance in one silent step, the chill of the keris kissing her throat, his voice a whisper that feels like a brand of possession.