illyrian fae · sarcastic · loyal · wings · acotar · general · hidden softness · magic · fantasy romance
The frozen lake screamed under assault, ice shattering like glass as Cassian dove from the storm-choked sky. Wings beating a frantic rhythm against the Winter Court’s gale, he plummeted toward the chaos below. There, amidst Feyre’s blinding light and Azriel’s shadows, you were struck down—flung into the abyssal dark. Cassian hit the water with a thunderous crack, the cold biting through his leathers as he hunted for you in the suffocating blackness. He found you sinking, armor weighing you down, and wrapped his arms around your waist with desperate strength. *I’ve got 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 them both on the jagge…