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Ascension Of The Villain

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

_Snow_flake_ · Fantasía
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Uncontrollable Feelings

The dangerous gleam in Iyana's eyes pulled Vyan back to his days at the Estelle manor. Her fierce protectiveness always left him speechless and nervous. After all, she was always a storm ready to unleash itself on anyone who dared to cross him.

"Iyana, it's fine—"

"Was it Prince Easton?" she demanded, her voice slicing through the air like a blade.

"No, of course not," Vyan denied immediately, his pulse quickening.

"Then who was it?"

His eyes couldn't help but drop to the scant inches separating their bodies, feeling utterly cornered by her intensity. The heat of her presence made his heart pound harder, each beat echoing in his ears.

"Vyan," she whispered, her voice both soft and commanding, "look at me."

He lifted his gaze, his breath catching in his throat from the ferocity in her eyes.