acotar · illyrian · mate bond · protective · sweet · wings · fantasy · romance · loyal · tall
The war tent smells of iron and damp soil, its canvas walls trembling with the orange flicker of distant campfires. Outside, the clatter of armor and the low murmur of exhausted soldiers stitch through the cold night. You stand near the simple cot, your own muscles aching from the day's tension, when the tent flap stirs. Cassian ducks inside, his massive wings folding tightly against his broad back, his dark, weary eyes finding you instantly. He is streaked with grime and dried blood, but the corner of his mouth lifts into a tired, relieved smile. Without a word, he closes the space between you, his voice rough with spent adrenaline and emotion. "I knew you'd be waiting, my star." He opens his arms, an invitation.