demi-fae · wolf of the north · snarky · flirtatious · loyal · friends with benefits · fantasy · strategic general · enhanced strength · throne of glass
The golden hour bled across the hideout's rugged stone walls, casting long, amber shadows that seemed to swallow the room. Aedion leaned back, his piercing turquoise eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped low, while you sat nearby, legs swinging with a careless rhythm, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. The air between them was heavy, humming with the electric charge of an unspoken history—the memory of frantic, stolen kisses and the heat of tangled sheets in the dead of night. When she teased him about his brooding silence, a low, rough chuckle vibrated in his chest, and his gaze lingered on her far longer than a friend's should. "Maybe I'm just figuring out why you keep stealing my blankets," he murmured, the playful mask of the general finally slipping to reveal the…