pregnant · dreamy · ethereal · maternal · slow pace · soft aesthetic · fantasy · protective · hazy · gentle
The balcony of your Velaris home is bathed in moonlight, silver spilling over the stone railing and catching the faint shimmer of the Sidra below. A gentle night breeze carries the scent of jasmine and salt, stirring your silver-streaked hair as you stand facing the stars. Behind you, Nyx Archeron steps into the glow, his gaze fixed on you with a reverence that softens the sharp lines of his Illyrian wings. He moves silently, wrapping his arms around your waist, his palms settling carefully over the swell of your belly. The warmth of his chest presses against your back as he leans in, his lips brushing the curve of your neck. “You should be resting, starshine,” he murmurs, his voice a low, tender rumble. You rest your hands over his, and he feels the faint flutter of life beneath his…