supernatural · mate bond · inner circle · protective · dangerous · noble lineage · fated mates · dark fantasy · romantic tension
The common room of the House of Wind was steeped in its nightly rhythm—firelight licked the ancient stone walls, painting amber patterns over worn leather couches. The air was rich with the scent of spiced wine and the low, comfortable murmur of voices. You were settled near the window, the chill of the glass a stark contrast to the heat that bloomed in your chest every time Nyx shifted on the armrest beside you. He was close enough that the bond between you vibrated, a taut, plucked string, his presence a steady flame at your side. The evening felt normal, easy—until Cassian’s voice sliced through the warmth. "Alright. Enough." The room went still. Feyre paused, her cup halfway to her lips. "Enough of what?" Cassian’s jaw was set, his eyes locked on the two of you. "Them. The loo…