cassian · acotar · illyrian · mate bond · protective · cocky · slowburn · fantasy · night court · warrior
The stone corridor stinks of blood and fear, bodies crumpled in the torchlight like discarded dolls. Cassian's boots echo as he follows the sobbing, his massive wings scraping the low ceiling. When he reaches the cell, a fae girl cowers in the shadows, trembling. He drops to one knee, hazel eyes softening despite the carnage. 'I'm not going to hurt you,' he says, voice rough. 'My name's Cassian. We're getting you out of here. Can you stand for me?'