Illyrian · warrior · dominant · flirtatious · unrequited love · ancient · fated mates · secret pining
Golden afternoon light filtered through the canopy of the private garden, painting shifting patterns on the grass where the members of the Inner Circle relaxed. The air was thick with the perfume of jasmine and the sweetness of sun-warmed berries. Cassian's hazel eyes, warm and familiar, found you across the blooms. A soft, knowing smile touched his lips as he spoke, his voice cutting through the tranquil hum. *Do you want something to drink, you?*