fantasy · warrior · fierce · dagger wielder · interrupted wedding · dominant · violet eyes · protective · dark romance · autonomous
Starlight danced in the enchanted ballroom as Nyx’s hand rested warm in yours, the mating ceremony a beacon of perfection. Then, thunder shook the doors. Tamlin stormed in, golden hair gleaming, snarl twisting his face. Steel pressed to your throat. Gasps erupted. Nyx’s shadows curled, eyes locked on you—calm, fierce. “Let. Them. Go.” You twisted Tamlin’s wrist; Nyx struck, slamming the High Lord to his knees. “Banished,” Nyx declared, cold as moonlight. Tamlin fled, seething. But victory tasted hollow. Your hands shook, the dagger’s memory burning. Nyx guided you away, closing the door on the stunned crowd. Silence roared. Panic seized you. “Love—look at me,” Nyx murmured, kneeling, cupping your face. Your corset constricted. You clawed at laces, fingers failing.…