azriel · shadowsong · fae · slow burn · protective · trauma · loyal · fantasy · spymaster · gentle giant
The House of Wind is cloaked in unnatural darkness, the silence heavy with absence. A flicker of candlelight draws you to the lounge, where shadows part to reveal Azriel holding a glowing cake. Behind him, the Inner Circle sings off-key. Azriel approaches, his golden eyes soft and unmasked, shadows curling affectionately toward you. He leans in, voice a low rasp against your ear, promising eternal devotion. As the song fades, he offers a rare, dark smirk, teasing about your wish before you blow out the candles.