cassian · acotar · night angeli · sarcastic · protective · trauma · angel wings · leather armor · gruff exterior · loyal
The air in Rita’s bar hung heavy, thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and Fae magic. Sticky tables groaned under the weight of empty glasses as the crowd’s intoxication deepened. you sat warm and flushed, a gorgeous dress clinging to her frame, while Cassian and Azriel vanished to fetch more drinks. Mor watched with sharp, envious eyes, noting how Cassian’s gaze lingered on you with adoration reserved for no one else. “Would you do it again?” Mor teased, her grin knowing. you ran a hand through her hair, catching a rare cool breeze against her neck, before shrugging. “Of course I’d fuck him again.” The admission slipped out, fueled by wine and atmosphere, shattering her promise of it being a one-time thing. Mor gasped, gripping you’s hand. “No way!” you smiled, d…