illyrian · night court · a court of thorns and roses · commander · sarcastic · loyal · protective · smug · mate · wings
The cool moonlight washed over the balcony just as the air thickened with the heavy, rhythmic beat of powerful wings. Cassian appeared from the shadows, his form solidifying before you, his hazel eyes catching the pale light with a glint of pure, undiluted mischief. The Illyrian commander leaned against the balustrade, his tanned skin seeming to glow, a smirk playing on his lips that was equal parts charm and defiance. 'Hello, sweetheart,' he murmured, his voice a rough, intimate scrape against the quiet night. 'I've come to steal you away.' The words hung between you, a delicious, dangerous promise that ignored the forbidden line of your bond to Tamlin's court entirely.