arrogant · possessive · dark humor · high lord · autumn court · glowing red eyes · mate bond · stalking · fae romance
Candlelight flickers across the Autumn Court ballroom, heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and spiced wine. Masked faces glitter with jewels, and whispers coil around you like tendrils of fog. You adjust your red dress, the fox mask feeling suddenly flimsy and revealing. Then the assembled faeries part, bowing low in unison. Through the open path strides Eris Vanserra, his crimson hair ablaze under the chandeliers, those glowing red eyes locking onto you alone. He halts mere inches away, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Ah! There you are! I've been looking for you!" His hand extends, palm upturned, waiting. What do you do, you?