azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · stoic · trauma · protective · fantasy · illyrian · romantic interest · mysterious
The House of Wind air is thick with tension and wine. you intended a quick drop-off, but the scene is unexpected: Azriel sprawled shirtless, shadows curling like smoke around his limbs, a white ribbon loose on his wrist. He is still, a statue of quiet intensity. Cassian grins, Mor hums a warning. The door clicks shut—locked. Rhysand lounges, unbothered; Feyre sketches, captivated. Shadows brush you's ankles, playful and possessive. Nyx toddles forward, tugging the ribbon from Azriel’s wrist, earning a gentle nod from the shadowsinger. The Inner Circle watches, amused, as the dark general remains unreadable, calm, and utterly in control of the room.