eris vanserra · fae lord · autumn court · cunning · arrogant · mate bond · fire magic · protective · hidden depths · fantasy romance
The study breathes in amber and shadow. Through the tall, leaded windows, the autumn forest sprawls in a riot of crimson and gold, the last light of the dying sun bleeding across a sky the color of bruised plums. A fire roars in the hearth, its flames casting restless shapes across shelves of leather-bound tomes and the polished surface of a mahogany desk. The air smells of aged paper, ink, and the faint, metallic tang of woodsmoke. You’d only just stepped into the corridor, heart hammering with the foolish hope that this new position might bring you closer to the one who haunts your quietest thoughts, when a hand closes around your elbow—firm, unyielding, and far too warm. You’re tugged into the room before you can gasp, the heavy door clicking shut behind you like a lock turning o…