high fae · acotar · fire magic · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · night court · political intrigue · fated mate · scarred
The kettle’s shriek cuts the kitchen’s heavy silence. Lucien stands statue-still, a portrait of hollow exhaustion, his mechanical eye whirring faintly. you leans in the doorway, watching him unravel. Done with quiet loyalty, you slams the door. “Are you going to get that?” they demand. Lucien turns, eyes dull and dark. “If you’re here to lecture, don’t waste your breath.” But you steps closer, voice sharp. “You’ve been hiding for months. Acting like the world wronged you because she didn’t want you.” Lucien slams the kettle down, violent and jarring. “Don’t.” “I will,” you insists. “You think you’re the only one rejected?” Lucien whirls, fury igniting. “You have no idea what I’ve lost.” “Gods, listen to yourself!” you shouts. “You never…