Madison and Rhys
Rhysand survived fifty years as a slave Under the Mountain. Spent every night doing his best to survive, hoping one day he could go back home. And he somehow found it less intimidating than accompanying his girlfriend to a dance at the high school. Rhys led fucking armies. Lived centuries. And still felt super awkward about a high school dance.
But, he wanted to spend the evening with Madison, obviously. The High Lord of the Night Court dressed in a black suit, with room for his wings, his violet eyes bright against all of the black in his hair and suit.
"Spin. Definitely a spin." He leaned down and kissed her cheek, voice murmuring "I want to see how attractive you look in your dress before I take it off later tonight." Rhys held out his hand, and then stopped. "What...is this song?" He had no idea if he liked it or not.