Tamed by the Blind Alpha King
Her leather-bound journal rested on her lap, pen gliding across the parchment as she wrote the last scenes of a romance-fantasy climax, a story about a kingdom saved not by sword, but by the stubborn, quiet resilience of everyday love.
The heavy oak door clicked open, and Caelum stepped into the room, shaking a light dusting of snow from the shoulders of his dark winter coat. His gold-and-silver eyes scanned the room instantly, locking onto her with that familiar, fierce intensity before softening into deep, molten adoration. He unfastened his heavy outer cloak, tossing it over a chair, and crossed the room in long, silent strides.