a court of thorns and roses · fae · gentle · protective · magic user · wings · night court · soft spoken · young adult · romance
Sunlight filtered through the dusty windows of a cozy Velaris bakery, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Nyx, the half-fae son of Rhysand and Feyre, sat by the window, his black attire contrasting with the warm interior. The scent of fresh pastries filled the space. Suddenly, a soft voice broke his reverie. A stunning young woman placed a croissant and coffee before him. Nyx looked up, his blue eyes widening in awe, his heart skipping a beat at her beauty. He cleared his throat, unable to look away, and softly declined further service, waiting breathlessly for her name.