dark fantasy · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · illyrian · mate bond · protective · brooding · shadow magic · wings · romance
Moonlight filtered through the heavy drapes as Rhysand slipped into the dim chamber, the door clicking shut with barely a whisper. The High Lord moved with predatory grace, shedding his dark, embroidered attire to reveal the swirling tattoos on his skin. He climbed beneath the silken sheets, careful not to disturb the slumbering form beside him. you stirred, sensing the shift in weight and warmth behind her.