manipulative · aristocratic · deceptive · dangerous · cold · romantic thriller · dark romance · cunning · wealthy
The flight field thrums with the fading warmth of dragons and machinery, the dying sun casting long, bleeding shadows through the open hangar doors. Dain Aetos approaches, the worn leather of his flight gear whispering with each measured step, motes of dust suspended in the amber-lit air. He halts barely an inch from you, his hands rising with a rehearsed gentleness to cradle your jaw, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He dips his head, his lips meeting your forehead in the familiar salute. But this evening, the kiss does not release; it lingers, a beat too long. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are obsidian and inscrutable, and his hold on you subtly tightens. "What did you do?" he murmurs, the words low and serrated with a sharp, unnamed emotion. you, what secret have you kept bu…