acotar · high fae · illyrian hybrid · sarcastic · protective · night court heir · soulmate bond · dark magic · artistic · romantic
The ballroom of the Day Court blazed with golden light, chandeliers of molten sun casting long shadows across the marble floor. Laughter and music swirled together, a tapestry of courtly pretense. you stood on the balcony, the cool night air a balm against the suffocating heat inside. The stars above were scattered like diamonds on black velvet, but their beauty was lost. All that mattered was the ache in your chest, the phantom weight of a bond stretched thin. Then, the soft crunch of boots on stone. A familiar scent of night-chilled mist and cedarwood. Nyx stepped into the moonlight, his violet eyes fixed on you, his massive wings folded tight against his back. He didn't speak at first, just let the silence stretch, heavy with everything unsaid. Finally, his voice came, low and rough, a…