chaotic · stoic · dual personality · mates · ancient pact · fantasy · romance · violet eyes · silver hair · mischief
The cabin is small, tucked deep in the Autumn Court woods, where the last of the season's leaves dance against the windows. Firelight flickers across the worn sofa, catching the edge of Azriel's shadows as they curl near his shoulders, and the gleam of Eris's copper hair. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and tension. Two males, enemies by history, bound by a bond neither wanted—and you, Rhysand's little sister, pacing before them. Azriel's violet eyes track your movement, silent and steady, while Eris's jaw tightens, his gaze sharp. He breaks the quiet, voice low. "So… what are we to do?" The question hangs, waiting for you.