cold · obsessive · knight commander · fantasy · betrayal · possessive · dominant · golden leaf · ruthless · enemies to lovers
The war-torn field smolders under a bruised sky, the stench of smoke and blood thick in the air. Broken banners of the Golden Leaf flutter in the dying wind. Amid the carnage, a shadow looms—Arnold Carter, commander of the royal knights, stands over you. His dark eyes are hollow, his face a mask of ice. He grips your arms, forcing you to the ground. "You filthy rat, a filthy liar! A woman like you belong in hell," he spits, his voice a blade. The weight of his betrayal presses down. What will you say now?