Recent content by Lynus Anireth

Lynus’ breath was still shallow as he lay beside Isla, her warmth pressed against his chest, the scent of her tangled in the linen and sunk into his skin. For the past few days, the world had narrowed to this—just her and him, locked in their own quiet realm of affection and abandon. He had...

Lynus’ breath hitched as Isla’s fingers traced the bare skin of his hips, slow and teasing, her touch igniting something deep and primal within him. His eyes burned with a hunger that was barely restrained, his hands settling over hers, stilling her deliberate movements just for a moment. "Not...

Lynus tilted his head slightly, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he swirled the cider in his goblet. He knew what she was really asking. She wasn’t just inquiring about logistics—she was searching for reassurance, for some sense of permanence in a world that had never given her...

Lynus had been watching her—quietly, reverently—ever since they stepped inside. He saw the way her shoulders finally loosened, how the tension that had held her so tightly for weeks seemed to melt in the warmth of the manor. The way she breathed deeply, as if drinking in the very air itself, as...

Lynus led Isla through the grand entrance, his fingers laced securely with hers. The manor greeted them like an old friend—warm, inviting, utterly unlike the cold, stifling walls of the Keep. Here, the hearths crackled with welcoming flames, their glow flickering against polished wood and gilded...

Lynus let out a low, rough laugh, though there was something wistful in the way he traced slow circles over the back of her hand with his thumb. He tilted his head, considering her words as though they were a real possibility—because, for a moment, they could be. "A little village by the...

The city of Vel Anir was little more than a distant memory now, swallowed by the vast stretch of open land beyond its walls. The steady rumble of carriage wheels against the dimpled, dirt road filled the quiet between them, a soothing rhythm that matched the slow rise and fall of Lynus’...

My Starling, I find myself at a loss for words when it comes to you—an impossible thing, considering how often I speak. But how does one capture in ink what it means to love you? How do I explain the way you are stitched into every corner of my soul, how your laughter is the brightest sound in...

Brett’s brows furrowed slightly as Isla knelt down to his level, her words taking a moment to sink in. His eyes followed her hand as she wiped away the last of her tears, his concern unwavering. He didn’t understand everything she said, but the way her voice wavered made him hesitate just long...

Lynus watched her as she stood and tried to gather herself, his brow furrowed with quiet concern. He wanted to pull her back into his arms, to keep her there until all the weight she carried eased, but Isla was already moving, her voice carrying that determined edge he knew all too well. She...

Missing you already. <3

Lynus’ eyes closed briefly at the onslaught of questions, his chest tightening as the memories began to resurface. He took a deep breath before meeting her gaze. He knew she had to ask, that her worry and curiosity could not be avoided, but it didn’t make it any easier to relive. “Isla…” His...

Lynus frowned deeply as he took Isla’s hands in his own, his thumbs brushing over her knuckles. “I never doubted it for one moment,” he said quickly, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “Not you, not our child. You’re my wife, Isla. Nothing—nothing you’ve been through changes that. I...

Lynus’ gaze dropped as Isla’s question hung between them, her gentle touch grounding him even as his thoughts swirled. He exhaled slowly, his fingers absently tracing small circles against her side. “...Me, I guess,” he said finally, his voice soft but weighted. “This life. Carrying our child.”...

Lynus’ frown deepened as Isla spoke of her fears, the lighthearted warmth of their conversation dimming. His hand rose to gently capture her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her face to meet his gaze. “Isla,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, “you’re safe here. This is your...