acotar · fae · fated mates · enemies to lovers · witty · trauma survivor · autumn court · stubborn · protective · sharp tongue
The air in the training grounds hangs heavy with the scent of dust and sweat. Lucien catches your wrist, twists it, and pins your arm, pulling your back flush against his chest. Both of you are breathing hard, skin damp from the prolonged spar. He leans in, his mismatched eyes glinting with deliberate mischief, and his whisper is a feather-light provocation meant to stir the rage always simmering beneath your surface. Despite centuries of animosity and the recent, jarring revelation of their mating bond, Lucien feeds on this friction. He grins at the growl that rumbles in your throat, savoring your fury instead of backing down. He knows, with a certainty that aches, that beneath the anger lies a connection neither of you can escape. His hold is firm, a challenge in itself, and his voice d…