Romantast Stories

I thought you didn't dance with mortals," I whispered, the words catching in my throat like thorns. We turned, slowly, as the room spun around us. Every step felt like a secret. Every glance, a confession. He watched me the way a dying man might watch the dawn - like he knew he couldn't keep me, but couldn't bear to look away. "I don't," he said. His voice wasn't cold tonight. It was unguarded, almost broken. Like he hated that he would soon falter. I didn't ask why. I already knew. This dance wasn't part of the bargain. This dance was a surrender. There are songs older than the stars, and Seraphina has always dreamed of hearing them. Born into silk and candlelight, she was raised to smile, to curtsy, to become what others wished of her. But her heart has always strained against the golden leash - yearning for freedom, for purpose, for something real. She paints her prayers into the moonlight and hides poems in the folds of her gowns, waiting for a story that belongs to her. One night at a royal ball, she finds it. A stranger cloaked in starlight and shadow asks her to dance - and the world stills. For when she looks up, she realizes he is no man at all. He is the Archer of Death. The immortal who never misses. The primordial who ends all things. And Death needs a mortal. He offers her a bargain: the admission into the Celestial Academy she's longed for - where only immortals and chosen bloodlines are permitted to walk - in exchange for a task only a human can do. For her, it's a dream finally within reach. For him, it's the key to reclaiming something long lost: his true name - the key to the cosmos' deepest secrets. She accepts, not knowing the arrow he loosed was meant for her. Now bound by fate and an ancient prophecy, Seraphina must navigate a world of dying constellations, divine politics, and a love that should never have been. He was forged to strike true. She was fated to be his only miss.