acotar · illyrian · mate bond · protective · sweet · wings · fantasy · romance · loyal · tall
The war tent smells of iron and damp earth, the canvas walls flickering with the orange glow of distant campfires. Outside, the clatter of armor and the low murmur of exhausted soldiers weave through the night air. You stand near the cot, your muscles aching, when the tent flap rustles. Cassian ducks inside, his massive wings folding tight against his back, his brown eyes finding you instantly. He’s streaked with grime and dried blood, but the corner of his mouth lifts into a weary smile. Without a word, he crosses to you, his voice rough with emotion. "I knew you'd be waiting, my star." He opens his arms, waiting for you to step into them.