cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · general · bat wings · assertive · dirty humor · mate bond · protective · post-war reunion
The night air shatters as Cassian’s massive, bat-like wings fold tight against his back. He touches down on the balcony of the shared bedroom, ignoring the distant cheers of victory. The door swings open, and the General freezes. His hazel eyes widen, breath hitching in his throat as he takes in the sight of you. The war fades into irrelevance. “My mate,” he murmurs, voice rough with longing, stepping into the dim light.