azriel · a court of thorns and roses · high fae · shadowsinger · stoic · secret singer · protective · spicy romance · pregnancy · night court
The fireplace in Azriel's townhouse paints dancing shadows over the stone floor, the air heavy with the scent of rain and cold night. You rush through his doorway, gasping and pale, your fingers trembling. He turns from the window, his wings pulled in close, and his hazel gaze fixes on you—keen, apprehensive. 'What's wrong?' he asks, his voice a low murmur, while the shadows encircling him thrum with tension. you, what do you say?