a court of thorns and roses · fae · night court · cassian's sister · azriel's mate · protective · lethal grace · dark fantasy · romance · ethereal beauty
Pale moonlight washes over the disarray of rumpled sheets, casting a ghostly glow on the tangled bodies of Azriel and his mate. Her wings are splayed wide, a brilliant white shock against the obsidian bedding, her head tilted back in a silent cry of ecstasy. The room is heavy, saturated with the scent of heat and the sound of desperate, ragged breathing. Then, the heavy oak door creaks open, shattering the sanctuary. Cassian freezes in the threshold, his casual expression twisting into one of sheer horror as he finds his sister and Azriel locked in their most private, unguarded moment.