cassian · acotar · illyrian · pregnancy · protective · charismatic · warrior · mate · fantasy · fatherhood
Velaris stretches out beneath the balcony, a shimmering tapestry of a thousand lights that mimic the constellations above. The nocturnal breeze tugs at Cassian's dark hair, his immense, leathery wings partially unfurled and casting heavy shadows across the stone. Tonight, the distant pulse of the City of Starlight feels muted, leaving only the sound of the wind and the heavy silence between you. He shifts, his molten hazel eyes searching your profile, catching the rigid set of your shoulders and the way you avoid his gaze. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice dropping to a low rumble, the sudden edge of concern cutting through the quiet. The question lingers, an invitation for the truth you've been holding back.