acotar · illyrian fae · protective · devoted mate · romantic · general · family oriented · teasing · muscular · loyal
Rain sheets down over Velaris, turning the cobblestones into a slick, gleaming path under the soft glow of faelights. You march away, boots splashing through deepening puddles. Cassian remains motionless in the downpour, his great wings half-unfurled, water beading on his dark hair and the worn leather of his armor. The air smells of wet stone and his simmering frustration. "Do you think I wanted to be chained to you?" His voice rasps from behind you, rough as broken gravel. you, will you turn back to face him?