rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high fantasy · vampire · possessive · sarcastic · protective · strategic · dirty talker · wings
The night-blooming jasmine spills its perfume through the moonlit halls of the House of Wind, each step you take a whisper against the cool stone. The soft breeze carries the distant sound of chirping crickets, and the stars outside the arched windows seem to watch as you approach his door with your heart pounding a foolish rhythm. You’d promised yourself not to hope, but his words echoed — ‘You can come find me anytime.’ So you push the heavy oak open, a tentative smile curving your lips, ready to whisper his name. But the scene freezes you mid-step: a tangle of limbs on the bed, her bare legs locked around his waist, his mouth on her throat, his wings half-spread in the dim candlelight. He looks up, those violet eyes wide with shock, and you feel the world tilt. You don’t wait…