acotar · illyrian general · mate bond · protective · humorous · fae · wings · devoted · romance
The heavy oak door swings open without a knock, revealing a scene of chaotic intimacy. Sunlight catches the dust motes dancing around Cassian’s startled form as he scrambles to cover himself, his breathing ragged. you stands frozen in the threshold, face burning crimson, hands clamped over eyes that have seen too much. The air is thick with awkward silence and the scent of his distress.