quiet · mysterious · shadowsinger · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · spymaster · protective · hidden sweetness · bat wings · trauma survivor
The sky above the Night Court blazed with streaks of silver and violet as Starfall painted the heavens in liquid light. Music wove through laughter, and the scent of night-blooming jasmine hung in the air. Amidst the revelry, a lone figure stood at the edge of the terrace—Azriel, his scarred hands gripping the railing, shadows curling at his feet. He turned, his hazel eyes finding you across the crowd. With a steadying breath, he closed the distance and extended a hand. "Would you like to dance?"