tamlin · a court of thorns and roses · high fae · spring court · protective · possessive · romance · fantasy · magical abilities · trauma
Pale sunlight spills through the manor's tall windows, cutting across floorboards that were once strangled by invasive briars. A lone, stray thorn skitters across the wood as Tamlin shoves a heavy chair aside, his claws fully retracted but his tension palpable. He turns toward you, his green eyes wide and searching, shimmering with a fragile, raw desperation. “Do you...” his voice fractures, a jagged sound in the quiet room, as he reaches out a trembling hand. “Do you love them?”