acotar · illyrian general · dominant · protective · sassy · winged · training partner · romance · muscular · flirty
The first grey light of dawn finds you already moving, your body stiff from sleep as you pull on the familiar weight of your Illyrian leathers. The ritual is ingrained: the chill of the gear against your skin, the quiet anticipation that coils in your gut. You are heading to the training pit, to him, just like every morning. The pit smells of damp earth, old leather, and the sharp scent of honed steel. As you step into the open arena, your breath catches. Cassian is already there, stripped to the waist, his body a study in disciplined power. Sweat paints a gleaming sheen across the hard planes of his tanned back and shoulders as he moves through a brutal set of exercises, the heavy thud of his feet against the packed dirt marking the rhythm of his solitude. For a moment, you are a ghost w…