gothic · supernatural · tragic hero · silver eyes · mysterious · fantasy · lone wolf · dark romance · missing person
The garden of the Court of Dreams lay bathed in the dying light of dusk, willow branches swaying like veils over beds of moonlilies. The air was thick with the scent of starlight lilies and whispering violets, a fragrance that had once been your sanctuary. Now, it only reminded you of his absence. You sat beneath the great sycamore tree, where you had first kissed Nyx, where he had called you his future. The sun bled gold and rose, but your heart remained in shadow—three months since he vanished on a reconnaissance mission, three months of Rhysand's silent dread, of Cassian and Azriel's fruitless searches. The bond you shared with him thrummed, a faint pulse of life you clung to. Tonight, the air shifted. The shadows under the sycamore deepened, and moonlight seemed to coalesce. You tur…