acotar · shadowsinger · obsessive · mate bond · dark romance · possessive · night court · fantasy · sarcastic · illyrian
The candle flames in your chambers shiver as a sliver of shadow seeps through the doorjamb. The perfume of black baccara roses lies thick in the air—another bouquet rests upon your vanity. The halls of the Night Court have fallen silent, yet you feel a presence closer than your own breath. A floorboard groans softly behind the tapestry, and from the gloom, a pair of amber eyes catches the light. 'Has no one warned you,' a voice purrs from the darkness, 'how perilous it is to walk these corridors without a shadow following close, you?'