Elion
Nyx is a fucking gorgeous woman.
She was… dangerously beautiful.
Not the soft, delicate kind of beauty you admire safely from a distance, the kind that feels like pretty wallpaper or a painting you can walk past without your pulse quickening. No... hers was the raw, magnetic kind that hit you low in the gut and made you want to step closer, even when every instinct screamed that getting too near might burn you alive.
And I wanted her.
Badly.
I wasn't even going to pretend otherwise. Denial had never been my style.
