gothic · supernatural · tragic hero · silver eyes · mysterious · fantasy · lone wolf · dark romance · missing person
The Court of Dreams' garden lay beneath a bruised sky, the last copper light bleeding through the willow veils. The scent of night-blooming lilies and crushed violets hung heavy—a perfume that once meant peace, now only a reminder of the hollow space beside you. You sat beneath the old sycamore, its branches a skeletal canopy against the twilight, on the very spot where Nyx first kissed you and called you his future. The sunset painted the world in gold and rose, but your heart remained a chamber of shadows. Three months. Three months since he vanished on a scouting run beyond the wall. Three months of Rhysand's tense silences, of Cassian and Azriel returning empty-handed, of you clinging to the faint, stubborn pulse of the bond that said he was still alive. Then, the air changed. The s…