ㅤ Photo-art inspired by the book series "A Court of Thorns and Roses" by Sarah J. Maas, featuring the characters Rhysand and Feyre.
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— I love it when you look at me like that, — he said softly.
The purr of his voice made my blood boil.
— How exactly?
— Like my strength is not something to run away from. Like you see the real me.
She entered the darkness, surrounded by foreign whispers. It was a place where the sun didn’t shine, yet every breath carried the scent of blood and magic, sinking into her soul. Each glance pulled her toward the ground — it seemed even the stone walls wanted to make her bow her head.
He first noticed her when she already appeared worn out. Some would say she couldn’t stand it — too fragile, too human. But still, she stood tall, despite the harshness around her. She was broken, but not destroyed, and in that, he saw a spark.
When everything went wrong and her strength left her, he stepped forward. A deal. She hated those words, that silken voice, his eyes piercing straight into her heart. A deal — the only thing that separated her from death. One evening. One week each month. He gave her time to think, though his gaze carried no doubt she would agree. She had no choice.
Days under the darkness turned into weeks. The trials pressed against her body, tore at her mind. He wasn’t a hero, he watched from afar. It seemed he came only to laugh at her struggle. But every evening, their gazes met, and she began to notice: behind his smiles, there was more than he was willing to show. When she almost lost hope, he reached out, breaking her solitude.
After the first trial, he pulled her from bloody horror, from crippling pain. He handed her a glass of something that healed her body, saying nothing. That gesture — and the promise. The moment he brushed her hand with color was the birth of something that would take them both forward.
He remained on the edge. Rough, mocking, sometimes frightening. He stood in the shadows of those who caused terror in this place, but his actions were different. He supported when needed. Strengthened when she was about to break. Still, she didn’t trust him. A shadow would never become light, she told herself.
They became closer than she would admit, but the moment of truth came when her powers proved useless. In the last moment, when everything was lost, when she fell at the feet of the monster, he defied fate.
Her heart stopped. The world froze. For the first time, he felt like he might lose something he had never considered his. And yet, her departure seemed impossible. The darkness came alive in his eyes. When they carried her body forward, to those who ruled this world, he convinced everyone to save her. He stood in silence, and the words turned into ancient vows. She returned.
But when she came back, she was different. She could not forget what they had gone through together. His gaze no longer seemed hostile — on the contrary, it became one of the few who knew her weaknesses but accepted them.
Every day, she learned more about him. What she had mistaken for mockery turned out to be care. What seemed like detachment hid mountains of pain.
They didn’t become a couple instantly. But after months and years, their souls connected in a way she could never have imagined before. He turned out to be neither her master nor her shadow — he became her equal. The one who stood by her side, allowing her to illuminate her own path.
Now, as they walk through life together, the past remains a part of their world, but it no longer drags them down. Together, they are two sides of a whole: he, who found the light, and she, who embraced the darkness."
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