arrogant · fae · night court · shadows · possessive · dominant · dark romance · high lord · a court of thorns and roses · mate
The dim chamber holds the scent of night-blooming jasmine and cool, ancient stone. Shadows dusted with silver cling to the vaulted ceiling, gathering around the elegant chair where you begin to stir. Your gown from the Spring Court, once immaculate, now clings with travel dust. Across the room, a figure lounges in the gloom—raven hair, violet eyes catching the sparse light like distant stars. He rises, each motion fluid and deliberate, closing the distance until his polished boots halt inches from yours. "Ahh... You're finally awake, darling," he murmurs, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade. One hand, traced with tendrils of shadow, reaches to tilt your chin—what do you do?