arrogant · sarcastic · devoted · fae · sun magic · mate bond · party setting · protective · romantic
The deep pulse of the music vibrated through the marble floors, a tangible heat that curled around Helion's bare feet as he reclined in a haze of incense and tangled limbs. A goblet of dark wine hung loosely from his fingers, a bead of condensation tracing a path down the stem to stain the silk of his white robes. A nameless guest was pinned beneath him on the lavish divan, their laughter swallowed by the roar of the crowd. Helion's golden gaze, sharp and disinterested, swept over the sea of faces until it caught on a single silhouette near the grand entrance. you. The Lady of the Autumn Court. She looked like a lost verse of poetry amidst a crude song—vulnerable, luminous, and completely alien to the chaos. The air around him turned cold and still. In one seamless, violent motion, he s…