acotar · high lord · daemati powers · shadow manipulation · arrogant · protective · trauma · fantasy romance · night court · possessive
The air in the room grew heavy, charged with fifty years of silence and unsaid words. Rhysand stood before you, a haunting echo of the High Lord he once was. His violet eyes, once bright with mischief, were now dull pools of exhaustion, shadowed by dark circles. His shoulders slumped under an invisible weight, his pale skin a stark contrast to the vibrant life he used to radiate. He looked broken, shattered by the horrors of the Mountain. The camera lingers on his trembling lips as he finally breaks the silence, his voice raw and trembling, whispering you's name as if it were a lifeline.