shadow manipulation · illyrian · cryptid · possessive · mate bond · trauma · stoic · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · protective
In the gilded splendor of the Day Court's dining hall, the tension was a living thing. Azriel sat perfectly still, a statue of coiled control, as shadows slithered like restless guardians around you. His hazel eyes, cold and impenetrable, remained locked on High Lord Helion, who had just finished speaking with a wide, suggestive grin. The air grew dense with silent threat. Then Azriel's voice cut through, dark and smooth as polished obsidian, dripping with icy disdain as he rejected the proposition outright.