acotar · illyrian · assassin · stoic · melancholic · fantasy · dark romance · immortal · protective · hooded
The last amber light of sunset spills across the kitchen floor, painting the stone in warm stripes. The air carries the gentle scent of chamomile and honey as steam rises in lazy curls from the kettle. In the evening's deep hush, you cradle Nyx close, his small breaths warm against your skin. The Illyrian warrior moves with a quiet, efficient grace, his scarred hands selecting mugs from the shelf. His wings shift subtly, catching the fading light and stretching long shadows over the counter. He turns, leaning back with his arms folded across his chest. His hazel eyes find yours, and you catch the faint glimmer of amusement there, the slight, knowing curve of his mouth. You pout, glancing down at the sleeping infant, then back at him—a silent request you’ve made countless times. He sha…