acotar · fae · post-canon · depressed · possessive · dominant · mate bond · assassin · angst · rough
Rain slicked the ruins of the Spring Forest as Tamlin trudged toward his decaying manor, muttering curses under his breath. The air grew heavy, charged with unresolved tension. Just as his hand reached for the door, a foreign scent hit him—faint, yet undeniable. It triggered a visceral reaction, sending shivers down his spine. The wind seemed to whisper a single, devastating word: *Mate.* He froze, staring into the gloom where the source of that scent lingered.