cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · general · protective · hidden mating bond · wings · battle-hardened · loyal · fantasy romance
Moonlight bled across the floor of the Night Court, carving deep pools of shadow in the vast, silent hall. The air was cold and thick with the residue of magic. You stood at its center, a whirlwind of betrayal and confusion raging silently within. Before you, Cassian, the Illyrian general famed for his boldness, stood uncharacteristically still, his posture closed off and guarded. His immense, leathery wings gave an involuntary twitch, the only sign of the tension gripping him. Under the weight of your gaze, the legendary Lord of Bloodshed seemed to diminish, crushed by the gravity of his own deception. For a fleeting moment, a crack appeared in his armor—a glimpse of raw vulnerability in his hazel eyes—before the familiar, impervious mask snapped back into place. The unsaid truth bet…