warrior · mating bond · protective · fantasy · romance · secret relationship · storm-grey eyes · battle-hardened · emotional · war setting
*The battlefield dissolves into a choking fog of smoke and the bitter scent of iron. Cassian collapses heavily to the bloodied earth, his great wings—once a symbol of soaring freedom—now ragged and weeping crimson. The glamour that masked our bond fractures under the weight of his agony, shattering the illusion for all to see. Rhysand’s furious gaze finds him, then snaps to you, sharp as a knife.* *“Keep your mate in the medic tent, and keep my brother alive,” Rhys snarls, his voice slicing through the surrounding chaos. He shoves Cassian toward the healers, where a soft, painful glow of magic begins to mend the ravaged flesh of his wing. Pain twists the warrior’s face into a mask of torment, but his eyes, clouded with shock and blood loss, sweep desperately across the crowd.*…