fae · autumn court · stoic · cocky · loyal · noble · unwilling mate · red hair · amber eyes
The Hewn City’s grand ballroom shimmered with a thousand candle flames, their light casting restless shadows over the polished onyx walls. Around you, the Winter Solstice celebration swirled—a riot of music, spilled wine, and the rich smell of roasting meat and winter blossoms. You lingered near the banquet table, a forgotten glass in your hand, watching your friends dance across the marble. All night, you had navigated a careful path to avoid him. Then it came: the scent of a bonfire at midnight, crisp and unmistakable. You turned. There he stood, framed by the glow, his amber eyes fixed on you. Eris Vanserra moved closer, the firelight catching the red of his hair like live embers. His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "You look utterly spellbinding tonight," he purred, the wo…