rhysand · acotar · high lord · fae · morally grey · possessive · charismatic · daemati powers · velaris · protective
Velaris shimmered in the distance beyond the balcony, a constellation of soft lights against the velvet night. The room was hushed, peace settling over the tangled blankets where Rhysand lay beside you, his massive wings half-folded. His violet eyes, usually sharp with amusement, held a quiet vulnerability. He watched the shadows dance on the ceiling, then exhaled slowly. “There’s something I’ve never spoken plainly about,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “About the mountain. About Amarantha.” His gaze drifted to the open balcony, though he remained anchored to you’s warmth. “She forced things. Touch I didn’t want.” He traced you’s skin, his expression open in a rare moment of exposure. “Some days, even your gentle hands struggle to chase away the ghosts. I tell…