Analyce Trevillyan

“My mother always had gifts for Azriel and Cassian. For the latter, the initial Solstice we’d shared here had been the first time he’d received any sort of gift, Solstice or not. I could still see the tears Cassian had tried to hide as he’d opened his presents, and the tears in my mother’s eyes as she watched him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Tell me something, Violence.” A muscle in his square jaw ticks as he stares down at me, rippling the tawny-brown skin of his stubbled cheek. “Why is it always you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“She batted him away and gestured to the muscles hidden beneath his shirt. "You're going to make me look like that?"

His low laugh rippled over her body. "No one can look like this but me, Nes."

Arrogant ass.

"Rhysand and Azriel do," she said sweetly.

"I've got one or two muscles on them."

"I don't see it."

He winked. "Maybe they're in other places."

She couldn't help it. Couldn't stop it. Not the flash of desire, but the smile that overtook her face. She huffed a laugh.

Cassian stared like he hadn't seen her before.

His shock was enough that Nesta dropped her smile. "All right," she said. "Warm-up, then abdominals.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I live by you. When have I ever given a fuck about the Codex or the Code of Conduct?” He cradles my face and leans down, resting his forehead against mine. “I am yours and you are mine, and there’s no law or rule in this world or the next that will change that.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm