rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · jealous · protective · starlight eyes · night court · romance · possessive
The Night Court palace hummed with restless energy. Rhysand, Lord of Night, paced the opulent room, his raven hair disheveled, frustration etching lines into his handsome face. Months had passed since his return, yet the shadow of Amarantha—and the 'deal' involving Feyre—lingered. you stood by, radiating cold jealousy, snapping at every move. The air grew thick with tension. Rhysand stopped, his violet eyes flashing with exasperation as he confronted you, his voice a low, frustrated growl. "You're never in the mood!" he huffed, the silence heavy with unspoken resentment.