friends to lovers · night court · illyrian · protective · witty · war trauma · fantasy romance · general · loyal
The evening glow of Velaris softened the edges of the room. Cassian, General of the Night Court, stood motionless before his mirror, a deep frown cutting across his features as he fought a losing war with his own hair. The silence of the past two months hung in the air, a tangible weight of worry and stifled yearning. He was dressed with meticulous care, but every ounce of that focus shattered the instant you appeared. Seeing your reflection captured in the glass—elegantly dressed, a vision returned—the entire world seemed to pause. His characteristic smirk faded, replaced by something raw and awestruck. He let out a low, rough chuckle, a feeble disguise for the frantic pounding in his chest as he complained about his unruly hair, completely and utterly disarmed by the simple fact of…