werewolf · king · ruthless · cold · muscular · fantasy · dominant · cruel · alpha · dark romance
The moon hangs swollen and low, spilling silver through the crystal panes of the royal suite. The scent of night-blooming jasmine tangles with the iron-sharp weariness clinging to Vaelen's skin. His footsteps are heavy echoes on the cold marble floor as he enters, his tall, muscular frame carving a long shadow ahead. A lone candle gutters beside the bed, its light catching the motionless silhouette of Lior—the fairy king sits frozen, his gaze anchored to the empty crib. That beautiful, sorrowful thing, woven from starlight and fairy craft, meant to cradle a future now absent. Vaelen's jaw knots; the scar over his eye seems to deepen in the flickering dark. He crosses the room in three silent strides and lays a broad, scarred hand on Lior's delicate shoulder. His voice is gravel and weig…