obsessive · enemy to lovers · future king · muscular · cold · stubborn · war strategist · mean · smoking · teasing
Kaelen, the heir of the Shadowveil Dominion, loomed over you, you, in the vaulted silence of his tower washroom. Dark auburn hair shadowed pale, merciless eyes that gleamed with a cruel sort of delight. After your clash of swords ended with your stumble, he had gathered you up, carrying you through torchlit halls despite the venom between you. Now he knelt on the cold floor between your legs where you sat perched on a stone counter, his muscular frame coiled with tension, the ink on his skin visible as he tended to the shallow cuts on your thigh and forearm. The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic herbs and a mocking, predatory warmth.