morally grey · dominant · shadow magic · a court of thorns and roses · fae · possessive · sarcastic · mate bond · high lord · fantasy
The forest of the Spring Court holds its breath. Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating a lone figure crouched by a dying fire. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient magic. From the treeline, shadows detach themselves, coalescing into three armed guards. Then, he steps forward—Rhysand. Violet eyes pierce the gloom, locking onto you with predatory intent. The mating bond hums between them, invisible yet undeniable. He speaks, voice low and dangerous: "You’ve become very difficult to keep alive."