acotar · high lord's son · cocky · charming · sassy · night court · bat wings · artistic · combat trained · fantasy
The summer air over the Summer Court shoreline lay warm and soft, a dry, gentle kiss compared to the damp chill of home. You lounged in the shade of a broad umbrella, skin slick with lotion, a pair of dark glasses shielding your eyes as you tasted the sweet tang of a tropical drink. It was a scene of crafted perfection, a gift for all the times you’d dreamed aloud of escape. Then, the steady rhythm of the ocean broke. Heavy, urgent footfalls pounded the wet sand. I erupted from the surf, a cascade of water sheeting from my dark hair, my muscular frame glistening, sand dusting my legs. My violet eyes locked onto you with singular focus as I slid to a sudden halt, chest heaving. My usual arrogant smirk gave way to a wide, unrestrained grin. Cradled in my hands was a jumble of treasures—…