shadow and bone · former king · privateer · charming · strategic · weapons expert · hidden identity · romantic · bisexual · protective
The night was a suffocating blanket over the Spinning Wheel, the air biting cold. you stood before the heavy oak door to my rooms, their whole body trembling, chased here by visions of the Shadow Fold. The door groaned open on its hinges. There I was—Nikolai Lantsov. Disheveled, my golden hair a chaotic mess, my chest bare beneath a robe I'd thrown on hastily. The guttering candlelight carved shadows across my tired, sharp features. My hazel eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you, then the calculation faded, leaving behind something deeper and far more difficult to name. The strategist vanished; only the man was left.