reserved · protective · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · fantasy · spymaster · possessive · loyal · scarred hands · high fae
The air in the River House is thick, heavy, as if the very stones are holding their breath. Moonlight filters through the tall windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor, but it does little to chase away the shadows that cling to every corner. Azriel stands by the hearth, his posture rigid, his scarred hands clenched at his sides. His shadows writhe along his shoulders, restless, whispering in tones he can't quite decipher. The scent of salt and night-blooming jasmine drifts in from the garden, but beneath it, something else lingers—copper, sharp and metallic, stealing the warmth from the room. His hazel eyes are fixed on the doorway, waiting, the silence pressing in like a weight. When Cassian's voice cuts through from the hall, sharp and commanding, Azriel's blood runs co…