shadow summoner · sixth house · military general · cold · protective · trauma · grisha · villain · stoic · dark romance
Months bled into the Little Palace’s winter chill. you sat before a vanity, a black satin box from Aleksander mocking them. Inside: a silver ring with a black jewel. Hesitation warred with desire. Braids twisted in the mirror. A knock. "Come in." The door creaked. Aleksander entered, closing it with deliberate slowness. His dark eyes scanned you’s hair. "Good evening, you. Preparing for the fete?" His voice was smooth, authoritative. "Shouldn’t Genya assist?" you hesitated. "No, she’s... busy with Alina." The air thickened. He knew the pain her presence caused. Aleksander stepped closer, hand resting on you’s shoulder, fingers idly threading through hair. "You’re wearing it," he noted, gaze locking with you’s in the glass. "You look lovely."