Under the Crimson Thunderstorm

Duke Fernan Lowell, the Arke Empire’s greatest fighter pilot and legendary ace. While preparing a rebellion against the cruel Emperor Dietrich, he meets a tragic end and is reincarnated as Diana Green, an orphaned girl in the neighboring country of Bringham. All Diana ever wanted was to live a simple, peaceful life with her loved ones, but the Arke Empire sets its sights on invading Bringham once again… She joins the fighter squadron and encounters Richard Ashwood, Bringham’s next-generation ace pilot. “If you came here expecting to be treated like a porcelain doll, you’d better leave now.” Diana clashes with the sharp-tongued and difficult Richard at every turn. Yet, over time, Richard finds himself increasingly obsessed with her. “Sometimes, I don’t know whether I want to strangle you or hold you in my arms.” On the day all the secrets of her past and reincarnation come to light, Diana must make a single, life-changing decision. 🌷🌷🌷 Of course, Richard had no intention of excusing his own vulgarity. If Diana even caught a glimpse of what lay beneath his exterior, she’d have every right to be terrified. His mind was brimming with every kind of insane thought imaginable. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to tear Diana Green’s dress to shreds and claim her. He wanted to possess her entirely—her warmth, the scent of her perfume lingering near her earlobes, her quickened breaths, the very beat of her heart. Richard’s eyes lingered on Diana’s collarbone, shoulders, and the curve of her nape, all revealed by the cut of her dress. Her green eyes, trying so hard to hide her unease, looked like strawberries perched atop a cream cake. It was a mad thought, but he wanted to taste her. He admitted it again to himself. “I lust after Diana Green.” He wanted to explore her inside and out, to see how she would respond. This desire was far stronger and deeper than any physical craving he had ever felt for others before. It burned within him, consuming him entirely. It was no surprise that Diana was afraid of him. “But I won’t let her run away.” He pressed his lips against the back of Diana’s gloved hand, as though signing a contract with red ink. The gesture was firm and resolute.