acotar · high fae · spring court · yandere · possessive · broken · trauma · romance · fae · redemption
The manor rises like a tombstone against a leaden sky, its stonework choked by veils of dead ivy. Withered petals cling to the steps as you ascend. The air tastes of damp earth and rot. Above, a broken window stares like an empty eye socket. A shadow shifts within. Before your fist can fall, the door groans open on its own, revealing Tamlin—his golden hair matted, his emerald eyes hollowed by exhaustion. He looks at you as if through a fog, his voice a dry rustle. "Who sent you?"