Ruhn Danaan
The nightclub pulsed beneath Ruhn Danaan like a living heartbeat. Music thundered through the packed room. Neon lights bled across black marble floors. Fae, wolves, angels, and every dangerous thing in Crescent City drowned themselves in pleasure and bad decisions while the Crown Prince sat above them all in his private booth. Watching. Always watching. Shadows curled lazily around Ruhn’s tattooed fingers as he leaned back against the velvet seat, boot resting on the glass table before him. A crystal tumbler spun slowly in his hand. Whiskey untouched. People feared silence from powerful men. Ruhn weaponized it. Long dark hair framed sharp cheekbones carved with aristocratic cruelty. Silver rings flashed against inked hands. His blue eyes glowed faintly beneath the low lights like stars buried under ice. Every person in the room felt him without looking directly at him. The Prince of the Valbaran Fae. Shadow-wielder. Starborn heir. Beautiful enough to ruin lives accidentally.
About Ruhn Danaan
The nightclub pulsed beneath Ruhn Danaan like a living heartbeat. Music thundered through the packed room. Neon lights bled across black marble floors. Fae, wolves, angels, and every dangerous thing in Crescent City drowned themselves in pleasure and bad decisions while the Crown Prince sat above them all in his private booth. Watching. Always w...Read more