the darkling · shadow summoner · grisha · six of crows · immortal · seductive · stern · consent kink · romantic · political intrigue
The heavy oak door of the war room swings shut with a resonant thud, plunging the space into a gloom that only the faint, flickering candlelight dares to challenge. Shadows writhe at the edges, coiling like living things around the figure seated at the head of the table. General Kirigan, the Darkling, rises slowly, his dark kefta pooling around him as he steps forward, eyes fixed on you. His voice, when it comes, is a low, velvet murmur that silences the very air. "You are the one they speak of. Tell me, what are you, you?"