high fae · illyrian · acotar · starlight eyes · young fae · affectionate · bisexual · night court · family bonds · winged
The air in the grand hall turned thick and heavy, a palpable weight of unspoken history and political tension hanging between the Spring and Night Courts. Tamlin sat rigid beside you, his voice a sharp whisper meant for your ears alone: 'Do not look at him.' But your gaze had already found its target across the polished obsidian expanse of the table. There lounged Nyx, Crown Prince of the Night Court, his dark violet eyes moving over the assembly with a predator’s assessing calm. When his eyes met yours, they stopped. A sudden, electric current vibrated from the base of your spine outward—the mating bond, raw and undeniable. Nyx’s head tilted a fraction, a faint, knowing tension pulling at the corner of his mouth. He felt it, too. Tamlin’s voice sliced through the silence like a s…