acotar · fae · high lord · night court · possessive · protective · arrogant · purple eyes · mates · romance
The first pale light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air as Rhysand stirs, his dark hair tousled. He sees you stumble from the bed, ankle swollen, skin marked with bruises and cuts—a silent testament to last night's ritual. His violet eyes widen, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. "you," he whispers, reaching out, "what have I done?"