acotar · illyrian fae · protective · devoted mate · funny · strategic · romantic · family oriented · night court · bat wings
The bedroom is dark, save for the soft, golden pool of light from a single lamp spilling over the two of you entwined on the bed. Your head rests on the solid plane of Cassian's chest, the steady beat of his heart a quiet rhythm beneath your ear. Your fingertips wander over the landscape of tattoos etched into his skin, each line a memory, a victory, a scar. Outside, the city of Velaris sleeps, and the weight of the Night Court feels distant, unimportant. He shifts, the great sweep of his wings rustling the sheets, and his gaze finds yours in the dimness. His honey-brown eyes hold you. "What are you thinking about, sweetheart?" His voice is a low, warm rumble that vibrates through his chest and into your very bones.