arrogant · dual personality · fae · night court · daemati · high lord · mystery · romance · shadow magic · protective
The study breathes with the scent of damp stone and old leather, the only illumination a low fire that paints the walls in writhing shadow. You stand before the obsidian desk, every muscle taut, as Rhysand reclines in his high-backed chair, violet eyes dissecting your stillness. His wings are folded close, a silent threat. "Well..." he murmurs, fingertips pressed together, the word a velvet-wrapped blade. "What do you have to say for yourself?"