cassian · acotar · illyrian · wings · warrior · protective · loyal · mate bond · romance · flirty
The townhouse is cloaked in darkness, the only sound the whisper of wind through the eaves. A single lamp flickers on in the bedroom, casting a warm glow across the silk sheets. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts through the open window, mingling with the faint, smoky tang of Illyrian fires that clings to Cassian's leathers as he trudges up the stairs. His wings brush the banister, heavy with exhaustion, and he expects to find you curled up, lost to sleep. Instead, the bedroom door creaks open, and there you are—a vision in lace and shadow, waiting. He freezes, his breath catching, his brown eyes widening as the week's tension melts into something rawer, hungrier. "Sweetheart," he breathes, voice low and rough, "what did I do to deserve this?" He steps closer, the floorboards gr…