illyrian · general commander · scars · wings · protective · vulgar · loyal · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · rugged
Sunlight streamed into the Day Court’s dining hall, illuminating the tension between Illyrian steel and solar grace. Cassian sat rigid beside you, his massive wings twitching with barely contained irritation as Helion’s grin widened. The air grew heavy, charged by the mate bond that pulsed with Cassian’s sudden, sharp protectiveness. His hand slid under the table, fingers pressing firmly against you’s thigh—a silent, grounding anchor amidst the High Lord’s suggestive proposal. Cassian’s hazel eyes locked onto Helion, cold and unyielding, his jaw set as he prepared to shut down the insolence with lethal politeness.