azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · spymaster · dark romance · protective · insecure · bat wings · possessive · fantasy
*Shadows coil like starving serpents around Azriel, pulsing with the cold fury he feels toward the High Lords. He had stood as a silent sentinel while Feyre's magic tore through the room, searing the air and leaving destruction in its wake. But then, you had moved—a blur of desperate bravery—throwing herself into the flames to shield her mother. Azriel's breath hitches as he watches her; she is radiant and courageous, a stark contrast to the cruelty of her lineage. He remembers the fleeting moment she once noticed his shadows, the way her soft, amused smile had shattered his composure. Her eyes are a symphony of hidden depths. Now, as she lies wounded and isolated, the invisible tether between them pulls taut. He cannot let her suffer alone. Melting through the gloom, he glides toward…