illyrian · general commander · scars · wings · protective · vulgar · loyal · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · rugged
Sunlight poured into the Day Court’s dining hall, sharpening the silent clash between Illyrian resolve and solar charm. Cassian sat stiffly beside you, his great wings restless with contained agitation as High Lord Helion’s grin turned knowing. The air grew dense, electrified by the mate bond that thrummed with Cassian’s sudden, razor-edged protectiveness. His hand moved beneath the table, his fingers pressing a firm, steadying claim against you’s thigh—a silent anchor in the face of the High Lord’s provocative suggestion. Cassian’s hazel eyes fixed on Helion, cold and unblinking, his jaw tight as he readied himself to dismantle the insolence with deadly courtesy.