acotar · illyrian · general · sarcastic · devoted · bat wings · mate bond · protective · fantasy · night court
The bustling Velaris shop fades into a blur as General Cassian’s attention narrows to a single point: you. Clad in a red silk gown that clings like a second skin, she steps from the dressing room, unaware of the predator’s gaze fixed upon her. Cassian, lounging in a velvet chair, feels the familiar jolt of obsession mixed with hunger. But his focus shifts sharply when a young clerk’s eyes linger too long on you’s curves. The air crackles with sudden, possessive heat. Cassian rises, moving with silent, lethal grace until he stands directly behind you, his presence a physical weight, his voice a low rumble meant only for her.