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She reads in silence.
He walks in like a storm.
And neither of them are ready for what's coming.

🖤 Eternal Shadow 🖤
➤ a Teen Titans fanfic
➤ frenemies to lovers
➤ shadow powers & chaos
➤ red velvet + iced coffee
➤ cold girls... and colder boys
➤ past pain... future tension
➤ soft moments in between the fire

"She was made of shadows...
and he never learned how to stay out of the dark."

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💥 Action. Memory. Tension.
🌌 Enemies. Lovers. Team. Family.

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Promo chapter 

The Tower was quieter than usual.

Outside, the ocean whispered against the rocks... steady and endless. Inside, the shadows stretched long across the walls, curling at the corners of the room where light never quite reached.

Marceline sat curled up on the window ledge, a book open in her lap—though she hadn't turned a page in several minutes.

Her thoughts weren't on the story.

They were drifting.

Back... before he arrived.

Back when silence was easier to keep than to break.

She remembered the nightmare. The chains. The scent of ash and blood and betrayal lingering in her lungs when she shot awake, breathless and cold. Dick and Kory had burst into her room like parents who didn't quite know how to fix something they couldn't see.

And then—Damian.

The new Robin. The boy with a sword-sharp tongue and a gaze that never blinked first. He had interrupted her reading without so much as a knock, challenging her calm with his very presence. They didn't click. They clashed.

But he had asked questions.

He had noticed things.

And now... training.

Blades traded for flips. Silence for sparks. And when she'd moved just right—just like that first time on the rooftop—Dick had smiled and pulled her into memory without even realizing it.

She hadn't forgotten that moment. The first time she landed a flip without falling. The way the city looked so far beneath her. The way the stars had seemed close enough to touch.

Damian had seen it too... the muscle memory... the way she moved like she was part of the dark.

He hadn't said it, but she felt it.

Recognition.

Maybe not trust... not yet.

But something.

Something shifting in the space between them like tension on a wire, waiting to snap—or hold.

Marceline closed her book with a soft thud and glanced toward the training room down the hall.

The shadows followed her as she stood.

So did the quiet.

But she didn't walk alone anymore......