Chapter 287: He Chose Me
Nova’s POV
Three weeks.
It had only been three weeks since I had dinner and went bowling with Eldur’s friends—Mai, Liam, and Ollie—and somehow my world had transformed into something I never thought I’d have.
It felt like... magic.
Not the card-trick, top-hat kind. The real kind. The kind that breathes life into dead days and paints color into the grayest corners of your soul.
And the root of it all? Eldur Daegon.
School used to be a drag—wake up, go through the motions, get through the day, repeat. But now? Now, school was a thing I looked forward to because Eldur was always there, waiting outside my dorm building like a dark cloud with pretty silver lightning. Sometimes he’d lean against a tree with that brooding smirk, his arms folded, white hair catching the morning sun like strands of moonlight. Other times he’d just appear beside me mid-walk, no footsteps, no warning, just suddenly there—and I’d scream and slap his arm while he laughed in that low, lazy way that made my stomach twist into butterflies.
And work? Don’t get me started.
There’s something deliciously dangerous about working in a bookstore with a guy who looks like he stepped out of a gothic romance novel and acts like chaos bottled into a human form. Eldur would slide into the store when it was quiet, pretending to browse books while staring holes into my soul from behind a dusty shelf. The first time he knocked over a stack of books and muttered "pathetic human structures" under his breath, I nearly collapsed laughing.
I didn’t know how someone so cold to the world could be so warm with me.
"Nova," he said one afternoon while lazily spinning a bookmark between his fingers, "if another man even looks at you like you belong to them, I’ll rip out their spleen and feed it to the crows."