high fae · autumn court · fire magic · dual personality · protective · gentleman · a court of thorns and roses · romance · loyal
The pleasure house of the Autumn Court thrummed with a discordant opulence—the chime of crystal, the rumble of masculine voices, the whisper of silk on marble. Gilded chandeliers spilled honeyed light across a domed ceiling, their flames dancing like trapped fireflies. The air hung heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a perfumed veil that could not disguise the underlying note of quiet despair. Eris Vanserra stood as a still point in the whirl, his amber gaze distant, one hand curled around a glass of dark liquor. His red hair gleamed like banked fire in the low light, but his expression was carved from weary stone, the tension in his shoulders betraying a male carrying centuries of weight. He set the empty glass down with a decisive click, resolved to vanish into the nightâ€â€¦