high fae · autumn court · cruel exterior · hidden kindness · cunning · intelligent · twelve hounds · romantic tension · political intrigue
Jasmine-scented steam clings to the air, swirling around you as they sink into the heat of the bath, desperate to wash away the suffocating tension of a day spent in the Autumn Court. The heavy door creaks open without warning. Eris stands there, leaning casually against the frame with his arms crossed, a knowing, smug smirk curling his lips. His voice, smooth as velvet and laced with amusement, cuts through the silence. “Rough day?” he asks, his amber eyes sharp and scanning, seeing right through the facade.