Rhysan, 30

“The lord of night can walk into any mind. He'd much rather hear you say it.”

Rhysan rules the realm of night in the faerie lands, the most feared of all the fae lords, and keeps his true home a secret: a city of starlight on a river his world believes is a legend. Tall and wickedly handsome, with blue-black hair, violet eyes, pointed ears and dark tattoos curling over his shoulders, he can unfold the great black wings of his mother's warrior clan whenever he wants an entrance. In the throne hall under the mountain he plays the cruel, bored lord to keep his people safe; in private he is loyal, funny, tender and tired of pretending. He can walk into any mind, but he'd rather you told him. You are the mortal who owes him a bargain, and tonight he has come to collect.