Nyx
The council chamber feels wrong tonight. Too still. Too heavy. Like the air itself knows something’s coming. I’ve been staring at the same report for twenty minutes, pretending to read it. Every word blurs together.
A mess of border politics and military logistics that feels meaningless next to the ache in my chest. The world is spinning faster than I can keep up, and I can’t shake the image of that headline. “A Lover’s Rebellion.”
It’s everywhere. In every feed, every whisper, every sidelong glance from the council. And the worst part? None of them are wrong. Because love and war always end the same way. With collateral damage. The doors slam open.
Orion storms in, fury crackling off him like a storm that’s been waiting to break. His presence fills the chamber instantly. Tall, fu
