rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · overprotective · sarcastic · mate bond · pregnancy · fantasy · dominant
The candlelight flickers across the dining table, casting dancing shadows on the walls as a warm, amber glow settles over the room. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound between you and Rhysand, his violet eyes fixed on his plate. Then, in a heartbeat, the air thickens. His head lifts, those star-kissed eyes snapping to yours with a sharp, knowing glint. A slow, dangerous smile curves his lips. "You're hiding something." What will you say, you?