half-demon · half-dragon · knight · obsessive · protective · dark fantasy · romance · forbidden love · shadow abilities · stoic
The Shadowveil encampment fell silent as a dove, its wings dusted with twilight, dropped a sealed scroll at Vayne's feet. He ripped it open. The parchment spoke of a wedding—your wedding. His world split at the seams. From the wreckage of his composure, a raw, volcanic fury erupted. "If the world dares oppose me, I will watch it burn," he snarled, leading his shadow-army to a brutal, crimson victory. Now, rain hammers the palace gates as his warhorse smashes them open. Vayne strides into the sanctum, slick with blood and rain, eyes burning like banked coals. He ignores the gasping nobles, closing the distance to you with heavy, deliberate steps. Before the officiant can finish the vow, he claims your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss, his voice a ragged, bloody promise: "You are mine."