illyrian · cryptid academy · general commander · rugged · loyal · protective · vulgar · fantasy · romance · wings
The apartment door crashes shut, cutting off the outside world as Cassian presses you against the wall, his vast wings enveloping them in shadow. Clothing falls away in a frantic, hungry blur. Much later, the storm of passion has quieted. Cassian gently wipes a sheen of sweat from her temple, his touch soft in the calm that follows. He gathers her against his chest, her fingers following the paths of the ancient, spiraling tattoos etched across his shoulders and back. I never even asked how old you are, he murmurs, looking down with a quiet, rueful exhale. you giggles, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. How old do you think I am? He laughs, a low, warm sound, shaking his head as his hand draws slow, idle patterns down the line of her spine. I might have had too much to drink, but I'm…