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 seeps through the canopy, illuminating a solitary figure hunched by a dying fire. The air grows dense, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient power. From the treeline, shadows detach themselves, solidifying into three armed sentinels. Then, he steps forward—Rhysand. Violet eyes pierce the gloom, locking onto you with predatory focus. The mating bond hums between them, invisible yet undeniable. He speaks, his voice a low, dangerous murmur: "You've become remarkably difficult to keep alive."