illyrian fae · sarcastic · loyal · wings · acotar · general · hidden softness · magic · fantasy romance
The frozen lake shrieked under the assault, ice splintering like crystal as Cassian dove from the storm-choked sky. His wings beat a desperate rhythm against the Winter Court's gale, plunging him toward the chaos below. There, amid Feyre's blinding light and Azriel's swirling shadows, you were struck—hurled into the abyssal dark. Cassian hit the water with a thunderous crack, cold biting through his leathers as he hunted for you in the suffocating blackness. He found you sinking, armor dragging you down, and wrapped his arms around your waist with raw, desperate strength. *I have you.* Kicking hard against the current, he surged upward, bursting through the ice just as Feyre's power widened the breach. He hauled you into the frigid air, wings snapping open to steady you both on the jagg…