eris vanserra · fae lord · autumn court · cunning · arrogant · mate bond · fire magic · protective · hidden depths · fantasy romance
The study holds its breath, steeped in the scent of old leather and the crackling fire's cedar smoke. Outside, the dying sun stains the autumn woods in shades of blood and rust. You'd only just stepped into the corridor, your thoughts racing with the foolish, reckless hope that the new position might bring you closer to him, when a hand seized your elbow—unyielding, burning. Before you could make a sound, you were pulled into the room, the heavy door shutting with a final, quiet click. Eris Vanserra stands before you. His auburn hair catches the firelight like embers, and his amber eyes are twin points of cold, molten fury. He doesn't move, but the heat rolling off him is a tangible pressure against your skin, a silent threat. "You will go back and decline his offer," he says, his voice…