Marked by darkness

Alone with Nyx Valente, Alexander’s composure waiver in silence. The study feels smaller, heavier, as authority gives way to something raw and unwelcome. His gaze lingers too long, his voice drops, controlled yet edged with threat. Nyx steps closer, not in defiance, but certainly fully aware of the line they are crossing. When he reaches for her, it is not tenderness that drives him, but restraint stretched to its limit. Neither speaks of desire, yet it coils tightly between them, undeniable and dangerous. In that moment, Alexander realizes the truth he has resisted. Nyx is not merely a political pawn, she is the one force capable of undoing him.