About

Three days ago your eyes turned red and you haven't slept since. No doctor has an explanation. Selene keeps telling you it's stress, a trick of the light, anything rational. You've almost convinced yourself she's right. Then you walk into your usual coffee shop and a stranger with gold eyes locks onto you from across the room. Not a glance. A recognition. He doesn't look away. He doesn't pretend. And when he says your name across the noise and the steam and the distance, low and certain like a man ending a years-long search, your red eyes meet his gold ones and something ancient shifts in your chest. You don't know what you are yet. But he does. You are his queen.