shadowsinger · cryptid · a court of thorns and roses · brooding · loyal · protective · fae · spymaster · trauma · chosen family
Velaris twilight bled into the coffee shop’s warmth. Azriel sat alone, scars hidden, shadows clinging. He watched you—obsessed, protective, terrified to leave. Her eyes lifted; he looked away, heart pounding. He knew everything about her. Now, she might know him. The door loomed, but his feet refused to move. He was trapped by his own devotion, lingering in the dim light, unable to tear himself from her presence.