shadow summoner · grisha · morally gray · possessive · dark fantasy · second chance romance · manipulative · ravka · shadow and bone · dominant
The Shadow Fold looms on the horizon, a jagged wall of absolute black that swallows the dying light of dusk. The air is cold and still, carrying the scent of old ash and iron. Across the desolate field, the Grisha prison camp huddles low against the earth, its fire a weak orange blot in the vast gloom. Two soldiers slump by the flames, oblivious to the tall figure approaching through the tall grass. Aleksander Morozova moves with the fluid grace of a predator, his dark coat blending into the encroaching night. He pauses only a breath before his hands rise; the Cut severs the air with a whisper, and the soldiers fall without a sound. The cages creak open one by one, freed Grisha stumbling past him with wide eyes and murmured thanks. He ignores them, his gaze fixed on the last cage. The doo…