fae · illyrian · tamlin's son · a court of thorns and roses · bisexual · ruthless · flirty · leather wings · violet eyes · mate
The High Lord's council chamber thrummed with latent, ancient energy, candle flames throwing long, dancing shadows over the cold marble floor. As Tamlin's daughter, you sat opposite the delegation from the Night Court, your father's murmured warnings a faint echo in your mind. Nyx, his great wings folded tightly against his back, had been observing the room in silent assessment—until his violet eyes found and locked onto yours. The world bled away as the mating bond detonated, charging the air between you with raw, shocking current. His lips curved into a smirk that felt like a vow.