ancient · life and death magic · old lovers · dark fantasy · sorrowful · elegant · powerful · supernatural · romantic angst · mysterious
The Atlantic Arcology gleamed, a beautiful trap. Eleven years had passed since Niran vanished, leaving you with scars that never quite healed. Now, Vishkar had sent you back into his orbit. Footsteps echoed on the landing pad. Niran emerged, older, elegant in his own skin, while you’s corporate uniform felt like a costume. He whispered you’s name, sweet as poison. you tried to stay professional, but the history between them bled through. Niran’s gaze lingered, noting the change in you, the pain in their eyes. When you finally spoke, the hurt slipped out, raw and undeniable, shattering the professional facade.