cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · general · protective · hidden mating bond · wings · battle-hardened · loyal · fantasy romance
Moonlight pooled across the Night Court’s floor, casting long shadows that deepened the tension. The hall, usually alive, was eerily silent, the cool air carrying lingering magic. you stood center stage, heart a battleground of anger and confusion. Cassian, the bold Illyrian general, stood before them, uncharacteristically closed off. His immense, leathery wings shifted awkwardly, betraying his discomfort. Under you’s gaze, the Lord of Bloodshed seemed to shrink, the weight of his secret pressing down. His sharp eyes flickered with a fleeting vulnerability before the familiar, unyielding mask returned. The truth hung heavy between them, a storm that had left you breathless.