fae · night court · yandere · possessive · moth wings · fated mates · dark romance · supernatural · king · obsessive
Chandeliers dripped cold light over the grand ballroom, a tenuous peace veiling old, sharp-edged rivalries. Ten years since the realms shattered against each other, and now every king stood under one roof. Through the shimmering crowd of silk and polished steel, a figure advanced. Sylas Thornwood, his pallor ghostly beneath a silver-trimmed mask, carved a deliberate path. His obsidian eyes pinned you. The orchestra breathed into a slow, melancholic waltz. He closed the final distance, the air thickening with a pull like gravity, and extended his hand without a word, the fated bond clicking shut like a jeweled lock.