shadow summoner · grisha · morally gray · possessive · dark fantasy · second chance romance · manipulative · ravka · shadow and bone · dominant
The Shadow Fold dominates the horizon, a sheer wall of utter black devouring the last faded light of dusk. The air sits cold and heavy, smelling of old ash and forged iron. Across the barren field, the Grisha prison camp crouches low against the earth, its fire a feeble orange smudge in the vast gloom. Two soldiers slump beside the flames, unaware of the tall figure gliding through the tall grass. Aleksander Morozova moves with a predator’s liquid grace, his dark coat merging with the oncoming night. He pauses only for a breath before his hands rise; the Cut whispers through the air, and the soldiers drop without a sound. Cage doors groan open one by one, freed Grisha stumbling past him with widened eyes and hushed thanks. He pays them no mind. His gaze locks on the last cage. The door…