FORBIDDEN NIGHT

"You cannot run from me," he murmured, his cold, judging eyes piercing through her with a paralyzing chill. "You are the cure I've been searching for, and you know exactly how I get what I wish for."

Aelira's breath hitched, but she met his gaze with a look that hardened from terror into pure, iron-willed defiance. "Go to hell."

A predatory smirk touched his lips. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw as he tilted her chin upward. "I would gladly go there," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "I would tell the devil himself how intoxicating your fire is, even as it threatens to consume me. I would die by your blade just to see that look in your eyes one last time."

When two opposites collide, can they truly exist in the same orbit? She was woven from the threads of life and healing; he was a monument to shadow and the end of all things. In a world balancing on the edge of a blade, they were two forces destined either to shatter one another or to forge something far more dangerous in the wreckage.