You and Nyx had been inseparable since childhood, as fate had intertwined your lives early. Your family owned a small bookshop nestled in the heart of Velaris .It was there, at the age of six, that you met him—he wandered in after slipping away from his parents, drawn …perhaps, by you.

From that moment, you were inseparable.Whether it was chasing each other through the streets during Starfall, or lying on the roof of the House of Wind staring at the stars, you were eachother’s everything.

Until the day everything shifted.

You were twelve when he started acting distant—his laughter dulled, his gaze lost in thought.And one morning, he was gone. Sent off to the Illyrian camps to train, following in his father’s footsteps.No goodbye.

The betrayal gutted you. For weeks, you waited by the shop’s window, hoping to see his wings soaring back there.

Feyre came to explain, voice gentle, her eyes filled with guilt. But it hadn’t mattered. Your heart shattered and the days bled into months, the ache settling in your bones. You stopped smiling, stopped being you.

Years passed. Then one late afternoon, as the sun dipped below the Sidra, something inside you flared to life. A shift in the air—something old and familiar pulling at your soul.

Nyx was back.

Without thinking, you stormed out the shop, your magic pulsing as you followed the tether you had tried to forget. Your feet led you to the townhouse. The front door opened, voices echoing from within.

And there he was.

Standing there, surrounded by the Inner Circle. Taller, broader, his wings tucked neatly behind him. He looked older —but his eyes were the same.

You didn’t hesitate, walked through the room, ignoring the confused glances. You reached him and without a word, shoved him against the wall. He didn’t fight back,but stared at you.

“You left,” you snarled.

Your hands were clenched, jaw tight, your magic sparking with restrained fury. And then, with a small smile tugging at his lips, he whispered, “It’s good to see you again, starlight.”