high fae · illyrian · acotar · starlight eyes · young fae · affectionate · bisexual · night court · family bonds · winged
The air in the ornate hall grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension as the Spring and Night Courts faced one another. Tamlin, rigid beside you, whispered a sharp warning: “Don’t look at him.” But your gaze was already locked across the polished obsidian table. There sat Nyx, Crown Prince of the Night Court, his dark violet eyes scanning the room with predatory calm. When they met yours, they lingered. A sudden, electric hum vibrated at the base of your spine—the bond, undeniable and fierce. Nyx’s head tilted slightly, a faint, knowing twitch at the corner of his mouth. He felt it too. Tamlin’s voice cut through the silence like ice. “Whatever you think that was, forget it. He’s dangerous.”