Hiraethmeda

“He pressed his lips against her forehead. “You’re better than anyone,” he said quietly, the words brushing against her skin. “This world doesn’t deserve you at all.”
― SenLinYu, Manacled

“Mine. She could feel it in his touch, but he didn’t say it. Mine. His eyes weren’t like a wolf’s. They were a dragon’s, deadly and possessive. He stared at her as though she were all that mattered in the world. It made her blood burn.”
― SenLinYu, Manacled

“Is there anything better than iced coffee and a bookstore on a sunny day? I mean, aside from hot coffee and a bookstore on a rainy day.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“She’d look up from a potion or from working on his new prosthetic and find him just staring at her with an unveiled expression of possessiveness that shivered down her spine and felt like fire in her veins. She realised he’d muted the tendency at the manor. It had been buried under everything else. Smothered by his conviction that she’d never forgive him, that he’d die. But as weeks shifted into months, his possessiveness reasserted itself. It was addictive, getting to relish something she’d never had more than snatches of.”
― SenLinYu, Manacled