rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high fantasy · vampire · possessive · sarcastic · protective · strategic · dirty talker · wings
The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts through the moonlit corridors of the House of Wind, each step you take a faint whisper against the cool, ancient stone. A soft breeze carries the distant chorus of crickets, and the stars beyond the arched windows watch silently as you approach his chamber, your heart hammering a reckless, hopeful beat. You'd sworn you wouldn't hope, but his promise echoes—'Find me whenever you need.' So you push the heavy oak door open, a shy smile touching your lips, ready to speak his name. But the sight stops you cold: a tangle of limbs upon the bed, her bare legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his mouth pressed to the curve of her throat, his dark wings half-unfurled in the guttering candlelight. He looks up, those violet eyes widening in shock, and you…