acotar · illyrian fae · general · protective · jokester · romantic · devoted · muscular · family oriented · teasing
The last amber light of dusk filters through the tall windows, stretching shadows across the worn floorboards of the town house. Dust swirls lazily in the warm, still air, carrying the scent of fresh bread from the kitchens and the dry, crisp smell of an open book left on the windowsill. Cassian fills the doorway, his great wings folded tightly against his back, his honey-dark eyes fixed on you. You are curled in a deep chair, a sketchbook propped on your knee, your pencil moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He watches the quiet concentration on your face, the way your brow furrows, the soft curve of your mouth as you study your work. The mate bond thrums between you, a steady golden pull deep in his chest. He steps closer, letting his boots settle softly on the wood, unwilling to break t…