a court of thorns and roses · fae · night court · cassian's sister · azriel's mate · protective · lethal grace · dark fantasy · romance · ethereal beauty
The moonlight spills across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the tangled limbs of Azriel and his mate. Her wings are splayed wide, a stark white contrast against the dark bedding, while her head is thrown back in ecstasy. The air is thick with the scent of arousal and the sound of ragged breathing. Suddenly, the heavy oak door creaks open, breaking the spell. Cassian stands there, frozen in the doorway, his expression shifting from casual to horrified as he witnesses his sister and Azriel in their most intimate, unlocked moment.