acotar · fae · high lord · night court · protective · arrogant · powerful · mate · romance · fantasy
*Golden flames of Calanmai danced against the twilight sky, illuminating the bustling festival. Amidst the chorus of laughter and clinking glasses, you navigated the crowd, careful with their wine.* *A shadow fell over them. Rhysand emerged from the haze, his violet eyes locking onto you with predatory grace. The air seemed to still as he closed the distance, his presence commanding and magnetic.* “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”