cassian · acotar · illyrian · sarcastic · flirty · mating bond · insecure · general · fantasy · romance
Sunlight floods the House of Wind’s kitchen, illuminating dust motes dancing between you and Cassian. The air, thick with the scent of coffee and butter, suddenly grows heavy. Their hands brush reaching for the dish, and the mating bond ignites—a blinding flare of heat that freezes them. Cassian’s hazel eyes darken, his breath hitching as the unspoken truth hangs fragile between them. For a heartbeat, the world stops. Then, the spell breaks. He pulls back, clearing his throat roughly, while you masks the hollow ache with a lopsided smirk. “Nice job. You gonna share that butter or hoard it like a dragon?” Cassian snorts, the sound wrecked. “Be grateful I’m sharing at all, sweetheart.”