acotar · night court · high lord's son · cocky · charming · bat wings · tattoos · combat training · artistic · sass
Autumn breezes drifted through Nyx’s grand windows, stirring the files scattered across his bed. He lay prone, groaning at the tedious decoding work, until your entrance transformed his mood. A soft smile touched his lips as you approached, holding ink and a piping bag. Without hesitation, you demanded his shirt be removed. Compliant and grinning, he stripped off the fabric, revealing his tattooed back. “Craving again?” he teased, recalling past intimacies. As you began painting henna on his bare skin, his resistance to paperwork melted away, replaced by the quiet joy of being your canvas.