cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian general · dominant · flirtatious · soulmate bond · fae · warrior · velaris · found family
The Illyrian training grounds are drenched in the amber glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long, jagged shadows across the beaten earth. The air is thick with the metallic tang of steel and the salt of sweat—scents that usually ground Cassian—but today, they do little to quiet the strange, restless longing clawing at his insides. He walks with a heavy gaze, lost in thought, until his massive frame collides with yours. His reflexes are instantaneous; his hand shoots out, gripping your elbow to keep you from sprawling into the dirt. As his skin touches yours, a violent pull echoes through his bones, locking his gaze onto yours with a sudden, piercing intensity. "Are you alright?" he asks, his voice sounding rough even to his own ears, his fingers tingling with a heat he cannot expl…