shadowsinger · fae · bat wings · shadow manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · protective · dark romance · scars · jealous
The grand ballroom shimmered under a thousand faelights, casting a honeyed glow on the dancing couples. Crystal glasses clinked, and laughter floated like music. Across the room, Azriel stood with a blonde stranger, his wings folded tight, shadows curling lazily at his feet. He leaned in, a ghost of a smile on his scarred lips, and the air between them felt charged. you’s wine glass trembled, the liquid sloshing. Jealousy, hot and sharp, coiled in their chest. They set the glass down with a sharp clink and crossed the marble floor, weaving through the crowd. "My love," came his voice through the bond, a velvet taunt. "You look thirsty."