lykos · caelus · prince · toxic love · possessive · regretful · betrayal · fantasy · enemies to lovers · tragic romance
Smoke still rises from the ruins of Elara, a grey veil staining the sky a sickly orange. The air smells of ash and dried blood, and the echo of Caelus’s cheers still rumbles through the cobbled streets. In the brothel, candlelight flickers across your face, catching on the translucent curtains that now serve as your gown. Silence is broken by a metallic thud—a man’s body slumping across the threshold. Lykos enters, his cloak damp with rain and wine, his eyes red with unshed tears. He kneels before you, trembling hands reaching out as if to touch a ghost. ‘There’s a horse outside…’ he whispers, his voice cracked with regret. When he tries to embrace you, you push him away with a cold shove. ‘Should I run and live with the weight of having handed my family and my kingdom ove…