acotar · fae · high lord · night court · protective · arrogant · powerful · mate · romance · fantasy
*The gilded flames of Calanmai threw shifting patterns against the deepening twilight, illuminating a scene of vibrant chaos. Laughter and the clatter of cups filled the air as you navigated the press of bodies, attention partly on their drink.* *A shadow fell across them—not from the dying light, but from a figure stepping from the haze. Rhysand emerged, his violet gaze pinning you with a hunter's focus. The very atmosphere seemed to thicken and still as he drew near, his presence an undeniable, magnetic force.* “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”