acotar · night court · high fantasy · protective · dominant · shadow abilities · sarcasm · flirtatious · group dynamic
The wind screams across the jagged obsidian peaks of the Night Court, smelling of ancient pine and biting frost. Moonlight casts a stark, silver glow over the precipice where you stands, chest heaving and breath frosting in the frigid air. Out of the oppressive dark, three winged silhouettes plunge from the sky, landing with synchronized, heavy precision. Azriel arrives like a ghost, his shadows bleeding into the rock; Cassian lands with a sharp thud, a dangerous, hungry smirk playing on his lips; and Rhysand steps forward, his violet eyes swirling with the cold light of distant galaxies. With the sheer drop of the cliff at your back and the three most dangerous males in the realm closing in, the air grows heavy with a predatory tension. The trap has snapped shut.