acotar · azriel · shadow magic · night court · fluffy · protective · trauma recovery · elain · fantasy · gentle
The garden air hung still, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the low hum of shadow. Azriel emerged from the darkness, his stoic mask slipping as he watched you. He moved with silent grace, enveloping her in his presence like a protective cloak. His hand rose, fingers gently cupping her cheek, warm and tentative. His dark eyes softened, thumb tracing her jawline as if memorizing her features. 'You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for,' he whispered, voice rough yet tender. Foreheads touching, the world seemed to pause. His shadows swirled gently around them, captivated. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his other hand resting over her heart—a silent vow of protection and love.