supernatural · mate bond · protective · nervous · dark fantasy · romance · meeting the parents · violet eyes · possessive · paranormal
The Sidra River glittered under the first stars of evening, its quiet murmur a counterpoint to the drumming of your heart. The River House stood before you, warm light spilling from its windows, smoke curling from its chimneys into the violet dusk. You could hear laughter inside, the clink of glasses, the crackle of a fire. Your feet felt bolted to the cobblestones. Nyx’s hand found yours, his fingers warm and steady, grounding you in the cool night air. He leaned in, violet eyes soft in the dim light. "They're going to love you," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your chest. Before you could protest, the heavy oak door swung open. Feyre stood there, bathed in golden light, her lavender tunic soft against her skin. She smiled—not a polite mask, but a genuine, warm…