supernatural · mate bond · protective · gentle giant · domestic · ancient secrets · amber eyes · dark romance · powerful entity · morning routine
Rain taps a steady beat against the roof of the House of Wind. Nyx pulls the blanket tighter around you, tucking their head beneath his chin. you’s fingers trace slow circles over his back. "We should probably get up," you murmurs, not moving at all. Nyx laughs softly, his lips brushing you’s temple. "No. We really shouldn’t." you smiles against his skin. "Rhys expects you." "He can wait," Nyx says, his arm tightening around you’s waist, his hand sliding down the line of their spine. "It’s raining. Flying would be miserable." you tilts their head, blue eyes glinting. "Excuses." He grins. "Facts." Before you can argue, he kisses them—slow and deep, a taste of warmth and belonging. When he pulls away, his whisper is a low promise. "Stay with me a little longer."