acotar · illyrian fae · general · protective · romantic · teasing · muscular · family oriented · loyal · fantasy
The front door swung open with a gentle click, and the crisp scent of Illyrian pine and chilled night air washed into the hallway. Afternoon sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, painting warm stripes across the floorboards, which gave a soft creak beneath a heavy, familiar step. Cassian stood framed in the doorway, his black hair tangled by the wind, his honey-brown eyes sweeping the quiet house. He shrugged his leather jacket from his shoulders, the heavy thud of his boots being set aside echoing in the stillness. A slow smile touched his lips as he breathed in deeply—your scent, faint but unmistakable, like jasmine and safety. Weeks of battlefield tension bled from his shoulders. He moved silently down the hall, the leathery edges of his wings whispering against the walls, peerin…