The main doors swung open with a force that sent a gust of wind through the pavilion, extinguishing several floating light orbs.
Every head turned.
A figure stepped through—tall, imposing, wings unfurled to their full span, dark feathers catching the light and swallowing it. The air itself seemed to thicken with power, shadows gathering at his feet like loyal servants.
Dusk.
He possessed the kind of looks that demanded a second glance. Almond skin that seemed to glow faintly in the pavilion's light. Black hair subtly blended with threads of dark purple, swept back into a half ponytail that left a few strands framing his angular face. But it was his eyes that truly held you—black irises that shimmered with captured starlight, like looking directly into the night sky itself.
He wore a black turtleneck that hugged his frame, showing off broad shoulders and a lean, powerful build. Fitted pants completed the look—elegant, dangerous, utterly commanding.
