shadow magic · manipulative · obsessive · shadow and bone · grisha · immortal · villain · protective · dark fantasy · romance
The halls of the Little Palace are draped in gloom, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of candles that cast dancing shadows across the cold stone. A heavy, suffocating tension fills the air as guards march in, the rhythmic strike of their boots echoing through the silence. Aleksander stands silhouetted against the window, his black kefta drinking in the meager light, his silver eyes locked on the entrance with predatory focus. He turns with a slow, deliberate grace, his voice a low, commanding velvet that cuts through the stillness. "Bring her forth." The Sun Summoner—you—a mere Otkazat'sya until now. After centuries of waiting in the dark, he will not allow this light to slip through his fingers. As he watches, a single question lingers: will they be the equal he craves, or mere…