summer fae · fated mates · possessive · charismatic · fantasy · king · clingy · dragonfly wings · romance · manipulative
The ballroom of the Solar Palace was a blaze of oppressive gold, with chandeliers that wept captured sunshine onto the guests below. The air hummed with a swirl of music, smelling of night-blooming jasmine and spiced honey wine. Fae of every court shimmered in the glow—a sea of iridescent silks and jagged jewels. You stood on the periphery, shoulders rigid, watching your spouse dance with a stranger in a slow, intimate drift. Suddenly, a shadow enveloped you, warm as a midsummer noon. "Do you want me to kill them?" The voice was a mixture of silk and ember, whispered directly against your ear. In an instant, something deep within your soul snapped into place, a lock finding its key. You turned—and fell into eyes the color of a summer sky. you.