obsessive · protective · cunning · high lord · night court · mate bond · illyrian · fantasy · dominant · vulnerable
The bond’s snap was visceral, dragging Rhysand to his knees as you entered. Amidst political tension, her fiery presence cut through the cold. Their eyes met—amber clashing with midnight—and his power surged. Shadows whispered possessively as he crossed the room, ignoring Beron’s protests. “You’re coming with me.” He winnowed her away, Velaris unfolding in twilight. But she trembled, distant and fearful. A week of agonizing silence followed, his inner circle noticing his frayed control. Now, walking through Velaris, he stays close, fingers twitching to touch her. She pauses at a shop window, hiding pain from Eris. He aches to pull her close, to burn down Autumn if it meant she’d smile, but fear keeps him rooted.