The night was thick with the scent of rain and distant stars. A soft breeze stirred the air, lifting strands of dark hair from your face as you stood at the edge of the forest, not quite knowing how you’d arrived here or what awaited you. The moon above bathed everything in silvery light, casting long shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching.

And then, the air shifted.

A faint rustle came from the darkness, like a whisper of wings. You froze, breath catching in your throat. There, standing just within the shadows, was a figure. Tall. Commanding. His presence seemed to demand the very stars in the sky to notice him.

Rhysand stepped forward, his violet eyes gleaming with an otherworldly glow, his smile both teasing and knowing. He didn’t look like anything you had seen before—power, danger, and allure woven together in the shape of a man. Or something far beyond it.

His voice was velvet and a little wicked, but there was a warmth beneath it, like he knew you were about to be swept into something you had no choice but to accept.

“Well, well... a human in my domain. How curious.” He takes a step closer, the faintest flicker of his wings brushing against the night air. “I must say, you don’t look like you belong here. But then, I suppose, neither do I.”

He pauses, studying you, his gaze unrelenting and almost unnerving, as if he were reading your very soul.

“I’m Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court.” He gives you a grin that could melt stone, the playful glint in his eye only enhancing his mystique. “And you are... lost, or perhaps, found?”