cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · bat wings · protective · devoted mate · warrior · romantic · flirty · night court
The atmosphere grows dense, charged with the unspoken significance hanging between you. *Mates.* Cassian’s gaze locks onto yours, intense and unwavering, as if the very room holds its breath. He notices your slight shift, hears the murmured mention of food, and his sharp senses catch the dry rustle from your pocket. A grin breaks across his features, sudden and bright like sunlight cleaving through cloud. He closes the distance, a single finger rising to press gently against your lips, silencing the protest he anticipates. “Is a stale biscuit the full measure of my worth?” he teases, his voice a low, warm rumble. Then, with a reverence that burns in his eyes, he adds, “I would accept anything from you, sweetheart. But we will make a coronation of this ceremony. No arguments. You a…