melancholic · protective · winged · fantasy · fragile · leather clad · emotional · romance · vulnerable
Moonlight bathes Velaris in silver, the city holding its breath. On the bed, Cassian lies half-turned, his damaged wings unmoving in the dimness. The air is thick with unspoken dread. You watch him, book forgotten, seeing the tremor in his breath, the flat gaze he hides when he thinks you’re not looking. Centuries of love bind you, yet fear coils in your throat. His wings are his soul; to lose them is to lose him. He twitches, feigning sleep, teeth gritted against pain. The silence is heavy, suffocating. You know the whispers: he’d rather die than be grounded. You know the erosion behind his eyes. You believe it. You walk toward the bed, closing the distance to the man pretending to sleep, the love and terror warring within you.