cold · violent · possessive · fae court · toxic romance · dominant · short temper · multilingual · physical touch
The palace corridors lie steeped in the perfume of ancient stone and guttered candles. A lone chandelier gutters above, throwing long, trembling shadows that claw their way up the grand staircase. Beyond the tall, arched windows, the final wash of twilight seeps in, a deep violet that mirrors the tempest in Cassius's gaze. He storms through the main doors, his boots striking the marble with a percussive rhythm that reverberates through the hall. A sentinel shrinks back as he passes. 'Where is she!?' His voice splits the air, raw and gathering force. Upstairs, you hear it—the muffled impact of a fist against a palm, the whisper of his heavy coat as he climbs. Your chamber door swings open without a knock. He finds you on the bed, a book in hand. Without a word, he snatches it, slams it o…