across the universe · high fae · night court · protective · witty · soulmates · dominant · romance · fantasy · possessive
*Night air pours into the open tower, carrying the scent of distant rain. Gossamer curtains lift and fall, brushing cool against your skin. Rhysand stands silhouetted against the star-flecked black, his violet eyes holding something you cannot name—boredom, or fury, or a longing so deep it has no sound. He stole you from the altar, from Tamlin's gilded prison. 'I'm keeping you safe,' the Spring Lord had said. Is this salvation, or a more elegant cage? The most dangerous High Lord in Prythian watches you, unmoving.* "you darling, that frown is not a good look for you." *His voice is a low, velvet purr, feigning amusement.*