A thousand years ago, the Moon bound two souls-one to create, the other to destroy-forever cursed to love what they are destined to destroy. Now, it's happening again.
When Aveline, a gifted healer, strikes a forbidden bargain to save her brother's...
Aveline is all quiet fire and enduring strength, a woman built from both softness and steel. Her red hair falls like wildfire, curling at the ends and catching the light in ways that make it look alive. Her skin is fair, kissed by freckles across her nose and cheeks, as if the sun couldn't help but mark her. But it's her grey eyes, wide and unyielding, that make people falter. There's an intensity in her gaze, a hunger to prove herself, though shadows of grief linger just beneath the surface—remnants of the losses she carries.
Aveline's build is athletic but lithe, trained in both combat and diplomacy. She stands at 5'7", her movements precise—each step a mix of grace and control. Her wardrobe is practical: leather armor and long cloaks, though she's never without the small silver pendant her late brother gave her. Aveline is fiercely loyal but unpredictable, often walking the fine line between mercy and wrath. She feels deeply but hides it well, though she has an undeniable knack for saying exactly what will get under Zevryn's skin.
There's a quiet sadness to her, one that makes her seem untouchable—until Zevryn steps too close. Where she's moral and deliberate, he's chaos incarnate, and together, they create something neither of them can control.
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Zevryn, 29 years old:
Zevryn exudes raw intensity—he's the kind of man who commands attention without trying. His jet-black hair falls in tousled waves, the perfect blend of disheveled and deliberate. His sharp, angular jaw is framed by the shadow of stubble that only enhances his brooding, dangerous allure. His eyes are molten gold, bright and predatory, a startling contrast against his tanned complexion, always gleaming with unreadable intent. A jagged scar cuts across the left side of his face, a permanent reminder of battles long fought and a life lived dangerously close to the edge.
Standing at 6'4", with a lean, sinewy frame, every movement he makes feels deliberate—fluid, graceful, yet always ready to strike. There's a predatory confidence in the way he carries himself, as though the entire world is his for the taking. Dressed mostly in black leather and fitted tunics, Zevryn smells of smoke, steel, and a touch of night air, giving off the impression that trouble isn't just near—it's already arrived.
Morally grey to his core, his motives are as tangled as his past. He isn't afraid to manipulate or destroy for his cause, but hints of kindness flicker beneath the darkness, leaving Aveline wondering where his loyalty truly lies. He will do anything to survive—until Aveline tempts him with the possibility of something more.
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Ren, 30 years old:
Ren's humor often masks a deep-seated worry for Aveline, as he struggles to balance the role of protector and brother. His fatherly instincts drive him to be overprotective at times, yet his playful nature ensures that their bond remains strong and resilient. Despite trying to impose discipline, he frequently finds himself yielding to her wishes, unable to resist her determined spirit.
He took on the mantle of caregiver after their parents' untimely deaths. He became a skilled sword smith, dedicating long hours to his craft to provide for Aveline. Despite the demanding work, he always made time to teach her what he knew when she showed interest at 18. His persistent searches across battlefields for their missing younger brother are driven by an unyielding hope and love that refuses to fade.
Ren has tousled dark auburn hair that catches the sunlight, giving it a fiery glow. His piercing cobalt eyes hold both warmth and an unyielding intensity, reflecting his protective nature. Standing at 6'0", his lean yet muscular frame is typically clad in well-worn leather armor, showing signs of wear from countless journeys. The scar across his jaw serves as a constant reminder of the lengths he will go to for his family.
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