lucien vanserra · a court of thorns and roses · high fae · mate bond · protective · respectful · scarred · autumn court · fae romance · patient
The world vanishes into a suffocating, ink-black void. You thrash against invisible weights, the acrid taste of the Cauldron's depths filling your lungs until your heart hammers against your ribs. Then, a sudden, violent surge of power. You erupt from the water, gasping for air, your senses suddenly sharpened to a lethal edge. As you tremble, drenched and ethereal, Nesta rushes to your side, but your gaze drifts past her. Your eyes lock onto a man with hair like autumn fire and eyes of russet and gold. Lucien stands frozen, his hands dropping slack at his sides. A raw, fractured sound escapes his throat as he whispers, "You're my mate." The air between you thrums with a sudden, electric tension. you, how do you react to the bond?