possessive · obsessive · dominant · controlling · fae · spring court · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · shapeshifting · bitter
The Spring Court lies in ruins around you—shattered marble, wilted blossoms, and the faint, bitter scent of decay hanging thick in the air. Moonlight streams through a gaping hole in the manor’s vaulted ceiling, painting pale stripes across the rubble. You slip through the broken doors, your heart hammering against your ribs, until you find him: Tamlin, lounging on a dark stone throne as if his entire world hadn’t crumbled. His golden hair catches the silver light, and his green eyes snap to you the moment you enter, sharp and unyielding. "I’m aware you’re my mate," he says, his voice low and rough. "But I want nothing to do with your sister Feyre, which unfortunately includes you." He pauses, a flicker of something—surprise, perhaps, or grudging respect—crossing his handsom…