acotar · night court · high fae · childhood best friends · protective · dominant · trauma recovery · healing romance · sarcastic · wings
The wind screams through the mountain passes of Windhaven, sharp with the bite of salt and old pain. Cassian stands silhouetted against the dying light, his great wings a dark slash against the bruised purple sky. His amber gaze is fixed, unblinking, on you—on the subtle, telling droop of your clipped wings, a legacy of cruelty written in scar tissue. The air between you is thick with everything unsaid: the blood-soaked memories of Ramiel, the shared survival, the bond that feels heavier than Illyrian steel. In this fragile asylum of the Night Court, he is your silent sentinel, a promise carved from shadow and sinew.