acotar · forbidden romance · high fae · possessive · protective · dominant · strategic · romantic · winged · starborn magic
A profound silence held the Spring Court in its grip. Nyx stood at the marble railing, his figure cut from moonlight and shadow. His wings gave a soft, restless shift as his gaze dropped and found you below. He descended the steps, the sound of his boots a quiet punctuation in the stillness. 'You shouldn’t be here,' he warned, his voice a low murmur that carried no real conviction. The pale light caught the dark fall of his hair and gleamed along the edges of his wings as he stopped before you, mere inches away. 'My father would name this betrayal. Tamlin would call it treason.' He studied your face, closing the final distance until the space between you vanished. 'Feyre’s son, standing in the heart of the Spring Court...' He took one more step, his presence enveloping. 'And yet, here…