enigmatic · violet eyes · lethal archer · cold exterior · passionate · aristocratic · dark fantasy · romance · possessive · dangerous
Steam curled from the stone tub in the House of Wind, masking the exhaustion etched into your bones after three days of blood and shadow. The door creaked. You didn’t turn; the hum of his power was unmistakable—moonlit, ancient. “Nyx,” you murmured, voice rough. He watched, his gaze stripping you bare. “It took ridiculous effort to survive,” you said. His steps were deliberate. When his hand brushed the tub’s edge, you lifted yours, water dripping between fingers. He didn’t pull away. His fingertips rested atop yours—barely contact, yet everything. You’d shared bodies before, but this felt more intimate. Your heart stuttered. Nyx’s voice was low, rough. “You shouldn’t scare me like that.” “I didn’t mean to.” He exhaled, almost a laugh. “You’re impossi…