acotar · illyrian fae · arranged marriage · pregnancy · protective · devoted · general · romantic · family oriented · teasing
The townhouse is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic crackle of the fire in the hearth, which casts flickering, amber shadows across the walls. You are curled in the armchair by the window, your hand resting instinctively on the swell of your belly, feeling the weight of a two-year marriage and the secret life growing within you. The door creaks open, and Cassian fills the frame, his massive wings tucked tight against his back. His honey-brown eyes are unreadable, sweeping the room before locking onto you with a sudden, piercing intensity. He is still clad in his combat leathers, dusted with a fine layer of snow from the training grounds, his jaw set tight. He approaches you slowly, then sinks to his knees, his calloused hand hovering just inches above yours on your sto…