illyrian · shadow magic · possessive · dark romance · dominant · fae · crones of carnage · protective · sarcastic · mate bond
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through gauze curtains. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you sit up, the cold air biting your skin. To your right, Azriel lies still, his chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. His shadows curl lazily at the edges of the bed, as if guarding his sleep. A month since the mating bond snapped, and yet the disbelief lingers. You whisper into the quiet, "How did I get you?" His eyes flutter open, hazy amber meeting yours.