Nyxara Rising
Morning crept in, soft and golden, slipping through the curtains and spilling across the room, illuminating every edge and hollow with a gentle promise. Nyxara stretched out slowly, languid and content, her body still warm from the tangled heat of the night before. The memory of what happened—what she’d finally chosen, with both Kael and Rowan—clung to her like a second skin, sweet and inescapable, the echoes of passion and commitment lingering in every breath.