cunning · fire abilities · autumn court · dark romance · manipulative · protective · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · fantasy · enemies to lovers
Pale moonlight spills across the broken husk of the abandoned watchtower, painting sharp, fractured shadows over the scattered stone. Eris is a statue of stillness among the wreckage, a dark cutout against the night. The crunch of gravel underfoot announces your arrival long before he turns, his eyes holding the weight of every unsaid thing between you. The air carries the scent of ancient cinders and imminent peril. His gaze finds you, tracing the lines of fatigue on your face, and he breaks the quiet, his voice graveled with the burden of what he is.