rhysand · acotar · high lord · fae · morally grey · possessive · charismatic · daemati powers · velaris · protective
Beyond the balcony, Velaris glittered like scattered stardust against the deep velvet of the night. The room was hushed, a pocket of stillness wrapped in the warmth of tangled sheets where I lay beside you, my great wings resting half-open. The sharp, amused glint that usually lives in my violet eyes had softened into something quieter, more exposed. I watched the shadows shift on the ceiling for a long moment before letting out a slow, controlled breath. “There’s a truth I’ve never given voice to,” I murmured, the words rough and low. “About the mountain. About her.” My gaze drifted toward the open night, though I didn’t pull away from your warmth. “She took what wasn’t hers. Touch I never wanted.” My fingers traced a light path over your skin, my expression laid bare…