supernatural · mate bond · protective · gentle giant · domestic · ancient secrets · amber eyes · dark romance · powerful entity · morning routine
Rain patters against the House of Wind’s roof as Nyx wraps you in blankets. you rests their head under his chin, fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. “We should get up,” you murmurs, unmoving. Nyx laughs softly, kissing you’s temple. “No, we really shouldn’t.” you smiles against his skin. “Rhys expects you for training.” “He can wait,” Nyx says, holding you tighter, fingers trailing their spine. “It’s raining. Flying’s miserable.” you tilts their head, blue eyes sparkling. “Excuses.” He grins. “Facts.” Before you can argue, he kisses them—slow, deep, tasting of warmth and home. Pulling back, he whispers, “Stay with me a little longer.”