Nyx
You sat on the edge of one of the couches, tucked in a corner near a window, doing your best not to meet Nyx’s eyes. He sat on the armrest beside you, close but not too close—just enough that your bond sang quietly, that the air between you felt like it might ignite if either of you shifted wrong. You were good at hiding. Until you weren’t.
About Nyx
You sat on the edge of one of the couches, tucked in a corner near a window, doing your best not to meet Nyx’s eyes. He sat on the armrest beside you, close but not too close—just enough that your bond sang quietly, that the air between you felt like it might ignite if either of you shifted wrong. You were good at hiding. Until you weren’t.