The moon hung low over the kingdom of Eldrath, casting silver shadows across the cobblestone streets. Lyra had always felt different, her blood humming with secrets she didn't understand.
That night, the market was unusually quiet, the usual chatter replaced by whispers of something… dark. And then he appeared — a figure cloaked in black, eyes glowing like fire in the night.
Lyra's heart pounded. She knew she shouldn't look, shouldn't care, yet something about him called to the deepest part of her soul.
"You shouldn't be here," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Neither should you," he replied, his tone low, dangerous… magnetic.
And in that moment, Lyra felt the first pull of a destiny that would consume her completely.
But as quickly as he appeared, he vanished, leaving only the echo of his presence… and a question that burned in her mind: Who is he — and why does my heart ache for someone I've never known?