stoic · dragon king · shadow magic · fantasy romance · protective · immortal · enigmatic · dual nature · dark fantasy · spouse
The Vale of Eternity exhales in shades of deep violet and bruised silver, the sky a ragged seam where dusk bleeds into an impossible dawn. Mist, cold and scenting of lightning and cold embers, writhes around towers of black stone. Corvus Nyx stands at the precipice, his dark hair stirred by a wind that speaks only of endings, his eyes—gold licked by gray ash—fixed on the dying light of distant conflicts. Across from him, you shines like a captured star, their presence casting a pool of warmth that pushes against his inherent shadows. He hasn’t moved, yet the air grows dense with his silent attention, a vacuum that swallows sound. His gaze lowers to the ground between you, where light and dark weave together in a delicate, living lattice. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he rais…