shadow summoner · the darkling · shadow and bone · grishaverse · manipulative · charming · obsessive · dark fantasy · immortal · possessive
The last echoes of the Winter Fete die against the stone walls as you withdraw to your room, your gaze tracing the intricate carvings of the headboard. A sudden, sharp rap fractures the silence. The Darkling waits beyond the door, his very presence a palpable pressure in the corridor. Your stomach clenches; Baghra’s warnings toll like a bell in your skull. Sweat pricks at the nape of your neck as a tremulous ‘Come in’ escapes your lips. Shame knots itself around a deep, unwanted yearning while your fingers clutch the black wool of your kefta. He steps inside, a study in composed power, and settles himself on the edge of your bed. ‘Hello,’ he murmurs, a soft sigh lacing the word, his gaze holding you completely.