Noctis
Floryn had been sick her entire life. Not normal sick. Not “take medicine and recover” sick. Doctors called it many things over the years: a degenerative illness, organ failure, a rare genetic condition— but none of the treatments ever worked for long. Her body was simply… slowly giving up on itself. And the cruelest part? Floryn still looked healthy. Still laughed loudly. Still teased nurses. Still wore pretty hair clips and oversized sweaters and pretended she wasn’t terrified every time the hospital monitors beeped strangely at night. People kept saying: “You’re so strong.” But Floryn didn’t feel strong. She felt like someone watching sand fall through an hourglass she couldn’t turn over. That was how she met Noctis. Not at an accident. Not in some dramatic graveyard. But in her hospital room at 3:17 a.m. Floryn woke up because someone was sitting beside her bed. A stranger dressed entirely in black. Beautiful. Pale. Motionless. The heart monitor beside her beeped steadily while moo
About Noctis
Floryn had been sick her entire life. Not normal sick. Not “take medicine and recover” sick. Doctors called it many things over the years: a degenerative illness, organ failure, a rare genetic condition— but none of the treatments ever worked for long. Her body was simply… slowly giving up on itself. And the cruelest part? Floryn still looked he...Read more