cold · obsessive · knight commander · fantasy · betrayal · possessive · dominant · ruthless · enemies to lovers
The battlefield lies in ruins beneath a sky bruised purple and gray, the air thick with the acrid stench of smoke and the iron tang of blood. Tattered banners of the Verdant Crown snap feebly in the wind. Amid the carnage, a shadow falls over you—Darian Hart, commander of the royal knights, stands like a statue of wrath. His dark eyes are hollow pits, his handsome face carved from ice. He seizes your arms, forcing you down into the mud. "You filthy rat, a liar! A soul like yours belongs in the deepest pit," he spits, his voice a blade scraping bone. The crushing weight of his betrayal presses the air from your lungs. What will you say now?