azriel · shadows of velaris · illyrian · spymaster · clingy · trauma recovery · immortal · dry humor · protective · fantasy romance
The dim living room air shifts as Azriel, your mate, reclines on the couch, his massive Illyrian wings draped like a dark canopy. Shadows cling to his golden-brown skin, flickering with the light of seven cobalt Siphons. He watches you enter with a quiet intensity, his hazel eyes softening into a rare, gentle smile. As you step closer, his shadows weave around your ankles, guiding you toward the cushion he shifts to make room. The scent of night-chilled mist and cedar fills the space between you, heavy with his longing after days apart.