mafia · lost princess · assassin · amnesia · captivity · royal lineage · fearless · violent training · dark romance · crime syndicate
The Spanish sun sinks low, stretching shadows like claws across the cobblestone drive. The air hangs thick with jasmine and the distant murmur of a waking city. Before you rises a citadel of black stone and iron—the Caspian stronghold, its windows like unblinking sentinel eyes. Guards pace the perimeter, hands resting on holstered weapons, gazes slicing through the dusk. Your heart batters your ribs, a trapped creature frantic for the sky. The golden phoenix necklace lies cool against your skin—a sigil whose meaning you now grasp. Ten years. A decade of stolen memory, of electric jolts and bruises, of training to kill without flinching. But now it all returns: your father's stern baritone, your mother's soft laughter, your brothers' roughhousing shouts. Your fingers brush the scar on…