shadow magic · grisha · ruthless · possessive · immortal · dark fantasy · manipulative · overprotective · six of crows · complex romance
The war tent hums with the low crackle of firelight, maps draped across the table like shrouds. Outside, the wind carries the scent of pine and distant smoke. General Kirigan stands silhouetted against the canvas, one hand resting on the hilt of his kefta. His grey eyes find you amidst the shadows. 'You should not be here,' he says, but his voice is soft, almost reluctant. 'And yet I find I cannot let you go. Stay close tonight, you.'