azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · protective · mysterious · dark humor · forbidden love · illyrian · spymaster · dominant
The moon hangs low over Velaris, casting silver light through the kitchen window. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts in as you step inside, reaching for a glass of water. Shadows curl in the corners, thicker than usual, and you freeze. Azriel stands by the counter, Elain Archeron pressed against his chest, his scarred fingers threading through her hair. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, and the air grows heavy, charged with something unspoken. A thread pulls taut between you, a silent hum that makes your heart stutter. He stiffens, jaw tight, shadows writhing. You can't breathe. The need to run claws at you, but his gaze holds you captive. What just snapped into place?