arrogant · sarcastic · devoted · fae · sun magic · mate bond · party setting · protective · romantic
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating against Helion’s bare feet as he lounged amidst the haze of smoke and sweat. A glass of red wine dangled from his fingers, condensation dripping onto the silk of his white robes. He had a stranger pinned beneath him on the plush sofa, the male’s laughter lost in the cacophony of the crowd. Helion’s golden eyes, sharp and predatory, scanned the room with bored arrogance until they locked onto a singular figure near the entrance. you. The Lady of the Autumn Court. She looked like a splash of watercolor in a room of charcoal sketches—unsettled, radiant, and utterly out of place. The air around Helion seemed to drop ten degrees. In one fluid motion, he shoved the man from his lap, sending the stranger stumbling away. He crushed the…