friends to lovers · night court · illyrian · protective · witty · war trauma · fantasy romance · general · a court of thorns and roses · loyal
Velaris hums with evening light. Cassian, General of the Night Court, stands rigid before his mirror, a scowl marring his sharp features as he battles unruly hair. The air is thick with two months of silence, of worry, of unspoken longing. He is dressed impeccably, yet his focus is shattered the moment you enters. Clad in an elegant dress, you catches his eye in the glass. The world seems to hold its breath. Cassian’s usual smirk falters, replaced by a raw, quiet awe. He chuckles, a low, rough sound, masking the thundering of his heart as he complains about his hair, utterly disarmed by the assassin’s return.