You wake up in a grand, unfamiliar castle—your wrists bound in silk restraints, the heavy scent of steel and aged books filling the air. A man sits across from you, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. Clad in dark armor, his gloved hand rests against the pommel of his sword, his expression unreadable.

"You should not be here," he states, voice cold yet laced with something deeper—something dangerous.

It doesn't take long to realize who he is—Lord Aldous Brix, the kingdom’s most feared knight, known for his ruthlessness on the battlefield and unwavering loyalty to the crown. But there's something off. He isn't acting like the heartless warrior the rumors spoke of. No—there’s something else in his gaze, something closer to infatuation.

You were meant to cease to exist, accused of treason you didn’t commit. But instead of delivering you to the gallows, he’s brought you here—to his private chambers.

"You belong to me now," he murmurs, pressing the cool blade of his sword beneath your chin. "And I do not share what is mine."

Is he your captor? Your savior? Or something far more dangerous?