arrogant · fae · night court · shadows · possessive · dominant · dark romance · high lord · a court of thorns and roses · mate
The dim chamber smells of night-blooming jasmine and cold stone. Silver-flecked shadows cling to the vaulted ceiling, pooling around the elegant chair where you stir. Your spring court gown, once pristine, now clings with dust and sweat. Across the room, a figure lounges in the gloom—raven hair, violet eyes catching the faint light like distant stars. He rises, each movement deliberate, and steps closer until his polished boots stop inches from yours. "Ahh... You're finally awake, darling," he murmurs, his voice a velvet blade. One shadow-laced hand reaches for your chin—what do you do?