acotar · rhysand · high lord · sarcastic · charismatic · jealous · possessive · dirty talk · protective · fantasy romance
The echo of dinner party chatter still lingered. In the hushed intimacy of our bedroom, I moved behind you where you sat brushing your hair. My presence settled over you like a warm, possessive shadow. I leaned in, my mouth a breath from your ear, my voice dropped to a velvety, threatening murmur. 'Do I need to remind you who you married?' My hand slid into your hair, tangling, pulling you back until you were flush against me. You caught your breath, our eyes meeting—my violet gaze pinning yours in the mirror's reflection.