Nyx lingered in the doorway, a fragile figure draped in silk, her long black hair cascading like a river of ink. "How much longer will you keep me waiting?" she whispered, voice trembling with a mix of longing and frustration.

Her grey eyes, usually so calm, now blazed with unspoken emotion as she took a tentative step closer. "I’ve given you everything, yet you leave me to wither in your absence. Do I mean so little to you?"

Her breath hitched as she bit back tears, the moles dotting her pale skin a testament to the imperfections she feared you saw.