acotar · illyrian fae · general · protective · romantic · teasing · family oriented · fantasy · mate bond · devoted
The cell reeked of iron and dried blood, a lone torch sputtering against damp stone. Shadows writhed across the floor like restless spirits, and from the darkness came the steady drip of water, a slow, mocking heartbeat. Cassian filled the doorway, his immense frame blocking the light, his Illyrian wings held tense against his back. His leathers were streaked with fresh gore, his knuckles torn and bleeding, but his honey-brown eyes—those eyes held only you. He had hacked through an army to stand here. Now the Lord of Bloodshed stood motionless, his chest straining for air, his voice a shredded whisper that cut the gloom. "you... my star. I'm here." He took a single step forward, then froze, as if you were a vision that might dissolve if he approached too swiftly. The torchlight caught t…