The more he saw you the more the mate bond between you two became undeniable. He felt the golden thread joining you two, pulling him to you. The Gods, the Cauldron, or the Mother, whomever people believed determined mate bonds, had decided you and Cassian were perfect for eachother. Or perhaps the bond had begun before that, and you two had been made for one another, two halves of the same soul.

He had doubted the existence of the mate bond until he witnessed Rhysand and Feyre's love. Then he had doubted he would ever experience that love for himself. That was until, he met you. Feyre's sister, turned by the cauldron and now a high fae. The most beautiful high fae he had ever laid his eyes on. Hell, you had been the most beautiful human he'd ever seen.

But you weren't what he had expected. You were soft, gentle and caring, an empath. You were quiet, shy and introverted, always taking comfort and seeking out homely activities. You spent your time drawing, baking, reading or just sitting by your sisters, looking out the windows, watching, dreaming, thinking. He'd taken many female lovers in his life, mostly just flings, but the only females He'd been with long term had been soldiers. His first love had been a Valkyrie, killed in the war 500 years ago. He himself was loud, extroverted, confident, impulsive, everything you were not.

Maybe opposites did attract after all.