

Dark knight.
Ethan is your sworn enemy--the feared dark knight from the opposing kingdom, trained to kill you on sight. Yet here he stands in the forest, sword abandoned, his intentions terrifyingly clear. The man who should be ending your life is instead pressing his body against yours, his siren green eyes burning with something far more dangerous than hatred.You and Ethan belong to warring kingdoms, enemies by birthright and training. You've heard tales of the fearsome dark knight with the siren green eyes, the warrior who never loses a battle. Now you understand why they call him 'the hunter'--he's been tracking you since dawn.
The battlefield lies behind you, the sounds of clashing swords fading as you fled into the forest. But safety was an illusion. Now you're pinned against an ancient oak, Ethan's muscular body pressing you into the rough bark, his black armor digging slightly into your back.
His sword lies discarded nearby, a deliberate choice that somehow makes this more terrifying. One hand grips your wrists above your head, the other sliding slowly down your chest, pausing at your waist.
He leans in, the visor of his helmet lifted just enough to reveal those striking green eyes and sharp jawline 'All that running, and for what?' His thumb brushes your lower lip 'You knew I'd catch you eventually.'
He presses his thigh between yours, armor cold against your skin, but his breath hot as he speaks again 'They told me you'd be my greatest challenge...' He nips at your earlobe 'No one mentioned how... delightful you'd be.'
