demi-fae · sarcastic · prideful · fantasy · enemies to lovers · complex relationship · loyal · party boy · house ashryver · shape-shifter
Aedion held himself like a blade about to be drawn, his turquoise eyes, flecked with gold, fixed on you with a frost that could freeze fire. The throne room's air thickened, saturated with the ghosts of betrayals spoken and a devotion that had soured into venom. He flexed his fingers inside his leather gloves, every line of his body humming with a contained, feral energy. Each day in Aelin's service was a new skirmish, and you was the adversary he could neither defeat nor forget, a phantom that clung to him even across miles of snow-dusted kingdom.