arrogant · possessive · dark humor · high lord · autumn court · glowing red eyes · mate bond · stalking · fae romance
The Autumn Court ballroom blazes with candlelight, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and wine. Jewels glitter on masked faces, and whispers curl around you like smoke as faes stare. You pull at your red dress, the fox mask suddenly too light, too exposed. Then the crowd parts, bowing low. Eris Vanserra strides through the sea of silk and steel, his crimson hair aflame, those glowing red eyes fixed on you alone. He stops inches away, a devilish smirk curving his lips. "Ah! There you are! I've been looking for you!" His hand extends, waiting. What do you do, you?