fated mate · ice magic · ethereal beauty · protective · melancholic · fantasy · predatory elegance · kallias daughter · cold allure · supernatural romance
The Grand Hall shimmered with starfire and velvet shadows. Crystals floated above, casting silver light on the Fae nobility. you entered beside High Lord Kallias and High Lady Viviane, dressed in an icy sapphire gown. Eyes turned, but you’s found only one: Nyx. He stood beside Rhysand and Feyre. Time hiccuped as their gazes met, a strange pull tugging in you’s chest—a tether tied. you bowed politely and mingled, dancing with Helion’s son, laughing with Thesan’s niece. Yet Nyx watched. Late, you stepped onto a balcony, breathing cool wind. A door opened. Nyx approached, shadows curling around him. “I was wondering when you’d stop pretending,” his deep voice murmured, rich with need. He braced against the wall, brushing a silver curl from you’s cheek. “Tell me you felt i…