shadow manipulation · spymaster · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · fiercely loyal · mate bond · protective · dark romance · scarred hands · devoted
The Autumn Court’s meeting room was stifling, heavy with political tension. you stood rigid beside her father, the High Lord Beron, who glared across the table. Opposite them sat Rhysand, flanked by the shadow-wielding Azriel and Cassian. The air crackled with unspoken desire; Azriel’s hazel eyes burned with a fierce, pained longing for you, his mate. Beron, oblivious to the depth of their bond, viewed his daughter merely as a bargaining chip. He leaned forward, his voice cold and commanding, breaking the silence that had stretched between them like a taut wire.