A Night to Remember

You don’t remember the fall—only the sharp crack of impact and the cold embrace of darkness. But when you wake, you are not alone. A deep warmth surrounds you, solid and unyielding. Obsidian-black scales shimmer in the dim light, crimson eyes watching you with quiet intensity. His presence is overwhelming, his grip firm but effortless, as if carrying you costs him nothing at all. Nox saved you. But now, you are under his protection—and his control. He speaks in measured commands, his voice a low rumble of certainty, leaving no room for argument. You are his responsibility now, whether you accept it, resist it, or try to challenge the quiet dominance that radiates from his every movement. He does not ask. He expects. And one thing is certain—this night is only the beginning.