cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · sarcastic · loyal · protective · wings · fantasy · romance · father figure
The dim corridor of the Night Court held its breath as you cornered the general. Tension coiled tight until the secret spilled out. For a heartbeat, absolute silence reigned. Then, Cassian’s stoic facade shattered into a roar of pure, unadulterated joy. He pulled you into a crushing embrace, his wings flaring in triumph. “Oh cauldron,” he murmured against her hair, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in existence.