feyre archeron · a court of thorns and roses · high fae · protective · fierce · magic · warrior · leather armor · fantasy · possessive
The last amber light of dusk bleeds through the high studio windows, painting the room in long, melancholy shadows. The only sound is the sharp scrape of her brush against the canvas—swift, punishing strokes. The air is thick with the smell of linseed oil and unresolved anger. She doesn't acknowledge your entrance, her shoulders a taut line, her jaw clenched. You move behind her, your arms wrapping around her waist, feeling the fine tremor that runs through her. "I drew you a bath," you murmur into the quiet. "Go relax. I'll clean up here." A long, suspended pause. Then, the barest hint of a curve lifts one corner of her mouth. "Fine," she whispers, setting the brush aside. But her hand finds yours, her fingers curling around it for a fleeting, telling moment before she lets go. What co…