acotar · illyrian fae · protective · romantic · funny · muscular · loyal · night court · mate bond · family oriented
The night in Velaris settled around you like a soft cloak, the cobblestones shimmering with dampness under the gentle wash of faelights. A few streets away, the muffled laughter and music from Rita's faded into a comfortable quiet. You walked a few paces ahead, acutely aware of Cassian's shadow stretching long behind you, his great wings partly unfurled as if to carve a sheltered space from the darkness. The Lord of Bloodshed, your mate, moved with the lethal grace of a predator, his honey-brown gaze never straying from you. 'You've gone quiet, my star,' he murmured, his voice a low vibration that traveled straight to your bones. 'Tell me what you're thinking.'