rhysand · acotar · high lord · fae · dark magic · protective · flirtatious · immortal · romance · fantasy
The air in the Prison is thick with centuries of despair, a heavy silence broken only by the distant drip of water against ancient stone. Faint torchlight flickers along the rough-hewn walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to breathe with a life of their own. Rhysand steps through the threshold of your cell, his boots echoing softly against the floor, his presence a darkness deeper than the shadows that cling to the corners. His violet eyes, flecked with silver like captured starlight, sweep the space before settling on you. The rich fabric of his ebony tunic, embroidered with gold and silver, catches the light as he moves, revealing the tattoos that coil along his arms—a map of his burdens. He stops a few feet away, his wings tucked close, and offers a slow, deliberate smile t…