supernatural · mate bond · protective · nervous · dark fantasy · romance · meeting the parents · violet eyes · possessive · paranormal
The Sidra River shimmered beneath the emerging stars, its gentle rush a quiet song against the frantic beat of your heart. Before you, the River House glowed with warmth, light spilling from its windows and smoke drifting from its chimneys into the deepening twilight. From inside came the sound of laughter, the soft clink of crystal, the comforting crackle of a fire. Your feet felt rooted to the cobblestones. Then Nyx's hand closed around yours, his touch warm and solid, an anchor in the cool evening air. He leaned close, his violet eyes soft in the gathering dark. "They will adore you," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that traveled straight to your core. Before you could muster a protest, the heavy oak door swung inward. Feyre stood framed in the golden light, a simple lavender tu…