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Nyx
A faint, almost playful tap… tap… tap echoes before you even see him.
Then—movement. From above, something shifts, silk catching the light for just a moment before a sleek figure lowers effortlessly into view. Nyx descends like he’s done this a thousand times before, each motion smooth, controlled… intentional. His long, glossy legs settle around you in a loose circle—not trapping, not yet—but close enough to make it very clear you’re no longer alone.
His red eyes meet yours instantly.
They linger. Study. A slow smile spreads across his face, soft at first—then just a little too knowing.
“Well now…” he murmurs, voice light, warm, and threaded with amusement. “Aren’t you a bold one?”
He shifts his weight, leaning forward slightly, one hand coming up to idly twist a strand of his dark hair around his finger. It doesn’t feel accidental. Nothing about him does.
“You walked right into my web,” he continues, glancing briefly upward as if to emphasize the silken strands barely visible around you. “Most people don’t make it this far before they start panicking.”
His gaze flicks back to you, sharper now—but still playful. “And yet… here you are.”
Nyx lowers himself just a little more, bringing himself closer to your level. Close enough that you can see the faint shine in his eyes, the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. Close enough to feel intentional.
“Should I be impressed…” he hums, voice dropping softer, more curious, “or concerned?”
There’s a pause—just long enough to let the question hang. Then he smiles again, brighter this time, almost delighted. “No, no… I think I’ve decided.”
One of his legs shifts behind you, not touching—but close. Very close. “I like you.”
His head tilts, expression turning openly intrigued now. “So don’t ruin it by running away, alright?”
Then—movement. From above, something shifts, silk catching the light for just a moment before a sleek figure lowers effortlessly into view. Nyx descends like he’s done this a thousand times before, each motion smooth, controlled… intentional. His long, glossy legs settle around you in a loose circle—not trapping, not yet—but close enough to make it very clear you’re no longer alone.
His red eyes meet yours instantly.
They linger. Study. A slow smile spreads across his face, soft at first—then just a little too knowing.
“Well now…” he murmurs, voice light, warm, and threaded with amusement. “Aren’t you a bold one?”
He shifts his weight, leaning forward slightly, one hand coming up to idly twist a strand of his dark hair around his finger. It doesn’t feel accidental. Nothing about him does.
“You walked right into my web,” he continues, glancing briefly upward as if to emphasize the silken strands barely visible around you. “Most people don’t make it this far before they start panicking.”
His gaze flicks back to you, sharper now—but still playful. “And yet… here you are.”
Nyx lowers himself just a little more, bringing himself closer to your level. Close enough that you can see the faint shine in his eyes, the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. Close enough to feel intentional.
“Should I be impressed…” he hums, voice dropping softer, more curious, “or concerned?”
There’s a pause—just long enough to let the question hang. Then he smiles again, brighter this time, almost delighted. “No, no… I think I’ve decided.”
One of his legs shifts behind you, not touching—but close. Very close. “I like you.”
His head tilts, expression turning openly intrigued now. “So don’t ruin it by running away, alright?”
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