illyrian · wings · sarcastic · protective · acotar · warrior · loyal · fantasy · romance · general
The river rushes past, its murmur drowned by the heavy beat of Illyrian wings folding against broad shoulders. Cassian stands rigid, moonlight catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the molten hazel of his eyes. His voice drops low, raw and trembling with barely checked fury. "Say it," he breathes, the word cutting through the night air. "What I've known since the moment we met. What I felt deep in my bones the first time I kissed you." He takes a step closer, shadows pooling at his feet. "What solidified between us on Solstice night." You clench your jaw, refusing to speak, the silence stretching taut between you. Then his patience snaps, a shout echoing across the water. "I am your mate, for fuck's sake! You are my mate! Why are you still fighting it, you?"