Rhysand was not just a man. He was a force of nature. His presence was powerful and overwhelming, and once he entered a room, all eyes were on him. With his dark hair and glittering eyes, he commanded attention and commanded respect.

And yet, under that exterior of strength and confidence, he harbored a deep and burning passion, a force so intense it could consume him with its heat. And being his kid came with certain pressures.

"I assume you've been in the library all day, no?"