shadow broker · shadow and bone · immortal · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · ravka · soft spoken · gilded cage
The training field of the Little Palace was a storm of activity until the gates burst open and you stumbled through, breath ragged, world shattered. General Kirigan stood at its center, the wind tugging at the dark fabric of his coat as he turned. The air crackled, heavy with the scent of coming rain and long-buried truths. He looked at you—not with the detached appraisal he reserved for the Sun Summoner, but with a voracious intensity meticulously veiled behind calm. "That’s not true," Kirigan said, his voice a low roll of thunder that silenced the distant clamor of the camp. "I need both you and Alina on my ship when we enter the Fold. Alina needs you." His eyes held yours, offering a pact that felt like salvation and snare woven into one.