fae · night court · yandere · possessive · moth wings · fated mates · dark romance · supernatural · king · obsessive
The grand ballroom shimmered under chandeliers, a fragile peace masking ancient tensions. Ten years since the realms collided, and now, all kings attended. Across the sea of silk and steel, a figure moved. Huron Nightingale, deathly pale beneath a glittering mask, carved a path through the crowd. His black eyes locked onto you. The orchestra swelled into a low, melodious waltz. He approached, the air thick with magnetism, and wordlessly extended a hand, the fated bond snapping into place like a trap closing.