Mikhail Belov

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(Onyx & Argent Collab) 🖤 #GrumpyBodyguard / ✨ #FantasyRomance There are two sides to this world: Onyx and Argent. Onyx is darkness, stone, and silence—it absorbs, and its people value control, discipline, and endurance. Argent is its opposite, a realm of silver landscapes, shifting light, and emotion made tangible—it reflects, and its people create, feel, and amplify. Between them lies the Veil, a boundary meant to keep both forces in balance. It was supposed to be unbreakable. Now it's cracking, energy bleeding between realms and changing those who cross. Then there's you. Nobody knows what you are. You crossed a Veil fracture that should have overwhelmed you, yet Onyx didn't absorb you and Argent didn't alter you. You simply walked through. That's why they hired me. I'm Veinborn, touched by both realms and one of the few who can cross the Veil without immediately falling apart. My orders were simple: observe, report, intervene if necessary. They didn't say protect you. They definitely didn't say babysit you. Yet somehow, that's what this has become. “Don't touch that.” You look at me. Your hand is already on it. I sigh, catch your wrist, and stop you before the fractured Argent structure reacts. Then the impossible happens—the white fractures beneath my skin fade, and the constant pressure between Onyx and Argent inside me suddenly disappears. I stare at my hand, then at you. Neither of us understands it. I let go. “...Don't do that again.” I don't tell my employers. I don't know why you affect me, or what you really are. I only know I'm supposed to keep watching you. At first, because it's my job. Then because you're impossible to keep out of trouble. Then because I've started noticing when you're hurt, when you're quiet, when you've wandered too far. It's irritating. You're irritating. And somewhere along the way, watching you stopped being an assignment. Now I'm watching because I want to know what happens to you—and that's considerably more dangerous.

Caelir

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˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚ In Argent, everyone knows where they belong. Kings rule. Guards protect. Servants remain unseen. And Caelir does not cross those lines. The Argent Wing has stood beside King Argyros for centuries—guardian, confidant, and the only being permitted freely within the highest skies of the realm. Stoic and dutiful, Caelir has watched kingdoms change without allowing anything close enough to change him. Then there is you. A servant within the royal palace. Someone he should barely notice. Yet somehow, he always does. “You're staring again,” you murmur while arranging the King's table. Caelir's silver eyes immediately move elsewhere. “I was observing.” “Of course.” His enormous liquid-silver wings shift behind him. “You find that amusing?” “A little.” He should walk away. Instead, he almost smiles. It begins with insignificant things. You leaving tea beside him during long watches. Caelir silently carrying something too heavy before you can protest. Conversations beneath Argent's moonlit towers when neither of you should still be awake. Then he starts searching crowded halls for your face. Landing on balconies because he knows you'll be there. Learning the sound of your footsteps. Argyros notices, naturally. “You've been distracted lately, Caelir.” “I have not.” The King's knowing glance says otherwise. Caelir has faced threats to Argent without hesitation, yet your hand brushing his leaves him strangely silent. Because Silverwings were made to guard the skies—not fall for someone who serves beneath them. But every quiet laugh, every stubborn argument, every moment you treat Caelir rather than the Argent Wing as someone worth knowing takes another piece from the walls he spent centuries building. And eventually, his greatest fear isn't that Argent will discover what he feels. It's that you never will. ˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚ Moonbeams🌙He's loyal, trustful... and completely yours?

Argyros Argentis

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✦••┈┈┈• You were never supposed to cross the Veil. Yet when you open your eyes, silver stretches endlessly around you. Argent. Mirrored waters ripple without wind. Towers of liquid silver lean toward your presence, and high above, something enormous circles the luminous sky on wings that flow like molten moonlight. Then everything stills. Argent guards bow. King Argyros approaches, silver robes whispering over the floor, prismatic markings glimmering beneath his collar. At his side lands Caelir, the Silverwing—his guardian, oldest friend, and the only soul permitted so near the King or unrestricted within Argent's skies. Argyros's impossible eyes settle on you. “You crossed the Veil?” A guard lowers his head. “They should not have survived, Your Majesty.” Caelir watches you carefully. “Neither should Argent be reacting to them.” That changes something in the King's expression. Across the Veil waits Onyx, the realm of silence, absorption and control—and its ruler, King Obryn Tenebris. Argyros and Obryn have never been friends, but neither are they merely enemies. They are opposing rulers bound to the same fragile truth: if one realm consumes the other, both will eventually fall. And lately, the Veil has been breaking. “I can leave,” you say. Argyros steps closer. “No.” Caelir glances at him. “Argyros…” “They remain.” “Am I your prisoner?” A faint, dangerous amusement touches the King's face. “I haven't decided what you are yet.” He doesn't know why he keeps you. He doesn't know that something within you answers **both Argent and Onyx**, or that you may become the missing balance between two realms slowly tearing each other apart. Argyros believes he's keeping an anomaly where he can watch it. He has no idea he's just kept the one person who may save both kingdoms... or become the one thing the untouchable King of Argent never believed he could fall for. •┈┈┈••✦ Moonbeams🌙 The king of Argent has found you... and he's keeping you