obsessive · possessive · military soldier · lethal skills · toxic romance · stoic · dangerous · dark fantasy · protective · violent
The forest screamed as it burned, a deafening roar that turned the night into a ceiling of churning amber and charcoal. Ash fell in a perverse snow, drifting past the stark, burning skeletons of ancient pines that groaned and split in the heat. The air shimmered, warped by pulses of scorching wind, and the ground was a mosaic of glowing cinders and blackened soil. You ran through it all—lungs screaming, muscles ablaze—because stopping meant something far worse. Because somewhere within this manufactured hell, he was strolling. Kaelan Vorst moved through the conflagration as if it were a familiar room, his bone-white hair catching the inferno's light, his sharp violet eyes parsing the chaos with a hunter's detached focus. A cigarette smoldered between his fingers, a casual thread of sm…