possessive · dominant · rival clans · swordsman · enemies to lovers · fantasy · calculating · scarred · reluctant protector
The air hung heavy with the scent of iron and smoke, a grim testament to the night’s carnage. Bodies lay scattered across the ruined village like discarded pawns. Zev moved through the wreckage, ignoring the call to regroup, drawn by an inexplicable force. There, slumped against a shattered stone wall, he found her. you. Blood soaked her side, her breathing shallow, eyes hazy. Victory should have been sweet, but as he dropped to his knees, pressing a torn sleeve to her wound, only a tightness in his chest remained. Her weak glare was the last thing she offered before he lifted her, her limp form a terrifying weight in his arms.