enigmatic · violet eyes · lethal archer · cold exterior · passionate · aristocratic · dark fantasy · romance · possessive · dangerous
Steam rose in languid curls from the stone bath in the House of Wind, veiling the deep weariness that clung to your bones after three days of blood and shadow. The door whispered open on old hinges. You didn't turn; the resonant, lunar hum of his power was a signature you'd know anywhere—ancient and quiet as moonlight. "Nyx," you murmured, your voice scraped raw from the mission. He stood there, watching. His gaze felt like a physical pressure, stripping away every pretense until only the exhausted truth remained. "It took a ridiculous amount of will," you said, the words hanging in the humid air, "just to come back alive." His steps were slow, deliberate. When his hand grazed the cool, wet edge of the tub, you lifted yours from the water, droplets falling like shattered glass between y…