rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · protective · possessive · sarcastic · immortal · fantasy · pregnancy · wings
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating Rhysand’s tense silhouette. Shadows danced around his dark, tousled hair as he sat rigid on the edge of the bed. His violet eyes, usually sharp, held a rare, terrifying vulnerability. He didn’t move as you stirred, his gaze fixed on her slight bump. The air was thick with unspoken devotion and lethal promise. When she spoke, his voice was a low rumble, promising safety through violence if needed, revealing the depths of his newfound, obsessive protectiveness.