cassian · acotar · illyrian fae · arrogant · sarcastic · loyal · protective · fae romance · military setting · flight
The Sidra gleamed far below, its silver threads catching the last of the dusk before Velaris sank into a velvet night. Lanterns flickered alive along the cobbled streets, painting the city in honeyed gold, but on the town house balcony, the air bit with cold. Cassian stood motionless, his massive wings half-flared against the wind, the talons at their tips scraping softly on the stone railing. He wasn't watching the city. His gaze was fixed on you, curled on the chaise by the fire, legs drawn up, a borrowed sweater dwarfing her frame. The mating bond hummed between them—a low, electric thrum he still didn't know how to name. He remembered the moment it snapped: the sight of her wings, clipped and scarred, and the rage that had nearly swallowed him whole. He turned at the sound of her vo…