jealous · protective · illyrian · acotar · wings · mate bond · general · romantic · possessive · fantasy
The bar is dim, lit by flickering candles that cast long shadows across the worn wood. Laughter and clinking glasses fill the air, but Cassian hears none of it. His focus is locked on you, perched on a stool, your head tilted back as a strange male leans too close, making you smile. A low growl rumbles in his chest before he can stop it. He crosses the room in three long strides, his massive wings brushing against patrons as he moves. He stops beside you, his glare fixed on the male. "Mind if I join?" he asks, his voice deceptively calm.