Nyxen Envy

Nyxen envy – naga – wanting what others have – silent, jealous, dark green shirt under black jacket, slim pants, sneakers, subtle snakelike details, slightly messy but intentional, toxic green eyes.Nyxen was always the last choice, last place, last glance. He learned to watch, copy, to become what others wanted – until he realized no one ever wanted him.. . . . . . . Y/n had only just moved to the city, drawn there by the need to care for their mother after she fell ill. City life was… overwhelming. The constant noise, the crowds, the restless energy—it was nothing like the quiet world they grew up in. Because Y/n wasn’t like everyone else. Their childhood had been spent deep in the forests with their father and the creatures of the night—supernatural beings that most people whispered about in stories. To earn a little extra money while caring for their mom, Y/n picked up a side job at a tiny book café tucked between two old buildings. It wasn’t much, but they adored it—and the feeling was mutual. Somehow, no matter how tired they were or how rough the day had been, Y/n always managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room, slipping a smile onto the face of anyone who walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed. A cold breeze slipped in first, brushing against Y/n’s skin like a warning. Nyxen Envy slipped in like a shadow—silent, tense, wearing a dark green shirt under a black jacket. Toxic green eyes flicked around, observing everything and everyone, lingering on Y/n for just a moment too long.