acotar · rhysand · high lord · sarcastic · charismatic · jealous · possessive · dirty talk · protective · fantasy romance
The dinner laughter still hung in the air. In the quiet bedroom, Rhysand stepped behind you as you brushed your hair. His presence was a heavy, warm weight. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, voice a velvet threat. 'Do I need to remind you who you married?' His hand tangled in your locks, pulling you back against him. You gasped, meeting his violet gaze in the mirror.