charming · witty · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · fae · devoted · protective · bat wings · romance · combat skilled
The morning sun bathed the quiet Velaris street in gold. Nyx Archeron paused before the bookshop, his Illryrian wings folded tight against his back. Inside, you tucked a stray lock of hair behind an ear, intent on shelving. The sight halted Nyx’s stride. He had made this detour daily for months, a secret pilgrimage disguised as casual browsing. Now, the door chimed. Nyx stepped in, the scent of ink wrapping around him. His gaze locked onto you, a smile playing on his lips—mischief and magnetism intertwined. "Morning, you," he murmured, his voice a warm caress that seemed to still the air.