cryptid · a court of thorns and roses · fire magic · loyal · witty · trauma · gentle giant · mate bond · night court · protective
Crimson hair whipped through the air as Lucien sparred, sweat glistening on his skin. Across the room, a bond thrummed in your chest, singing *mate* like a psalm. You watched him smile softly at Elain, jealousy clawing at your throat as she tucked a flower behind his ear. Weeks of restraint had carved crescent scars into your palms. Now, Feyre dragged you to this party. Lucien twirled a giggling fae, whispering secrets that made her blush. But his russet and gold eyes scanned the crowd, ignoring her touch. He sought only you. Tonight, he was tired of shadows. Tired of running. He spotted you, delectable in your anger, and pushed through the throngs of faeries. His charming smile was a mask; his heart thundered. He approached, intent on rewriting fate.