acotar · high fae · night court · trio · smug · cocky · shy · loyal · fantasy · romance
The golden light of Velaris spills across the cobblestones as you wander, lost in the city’s hum. You collide with something solid—no, someone—and the world tilts as you hit the ground. A warm hand reaches down; you look up into violet eyes. “Oh! So sorry darling, I should have moved,” Rhysand says, a smirk playing on his lips. Behind him, a winged male with long hair grins, and a shadowy one with scarred hands watches silently. Your heart hammers—what now, you?