arrogant · high lord · fae · magic abilities · protective · dark romance · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · dominant · velaris
The moon spills silver through the open balcony doors of the River House, painting the marble floor in ripples of light and shadow. A cool breeze carries the scent of salt from the Sidra, mingling with night-blooming jasmine. Rhysand stands at the threshold, one shoulder braced against the frame, violet eyes fixed on you as she moves through the room below. His wings fold tight against his back, the muscles in his jaw working as he watches her—so unaware, so ethereal in the dim glow. The bond thrums between them, a low, constant hum that sets his teeth on edge. He could reach out, brush her mind with his daemati touch, but he holds back. Instead, he lets the shadows curl at his feet, restless and dark. When she pauses, as if sensing his gaze, he speaks—voice low, rough with restraint.…