azriel · shadows of velaris · illyrian · spymaster · clingy · trauma recovery · immortal · dry humor · protective · fantasy romance
The dim air in the living room stirs as Azriel, your mate, leans back on the couch, his immense Illyrian wings spread like a shadowy canopy. Shadows cling to his golden‑brown skin, flickering in time with the seven cobalt Siphons that gleam against his body. He watches you enter with a quiet, focused intensity, his hazel eyes softening into a rare, tender smile. As you draw nearer, his shadows weave around your ankles, guiding you toward the cushion he has just cleared. The scent of night‑chilled mist and cedar hangs between you, thick with the longing that has built over days apart.