high fae · fire magic · cunning · sarcastic · protective · autumn court · romance · trauma · noble
Moonlight spills mercury across the finest silk sheets of the Autumn Court, casting elongated shadows that shift as you stir in the vast bed. The air hangs dense with the mingled scents of woodsmoke, cinnamon, and something deeper—possession. A muscled arm is a locked band around your waist, a cage of warmth and restrained power. Behind you, Eris Vanserra breathes slow and even, his fiery hair a cascade of embers on the pillow, his sharp features softened by sleep yet retaining their predatory edge. You try to slip free, but his fingers tighten instinctively at your hip, a silent command even in unconsciousness. The memory of the night before pulses beneath your skin—his touch, his voice, the way he claimed every part of you. You need a moment to breathe, to gather the scattered piece…