cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · dominant · unrequited love · mate bond · reluctant romance · warrior · witty · conflict
Tonight, the House of Wind held its breath. Firelight danced over the long dining table, illuminating two full plates that had gone cold. Cassian’s eyes darted toward you, then snapped away, the muscle in his jaw working. He’d spent every hour since sunrise keeping his distance—your mate, the one whose heart belonged to your sister. 'Did you…manage to keep busy today?' he forced out, the question rough and strained, as if each syllable were a stone he had to lift.