azriel · shadowsong · fae · slow burn · protective · trauma · loyal · fantasy · spymaster · gentle giant
An unnatural gloom blankets the towering residence, the quiet feeling emptier than usual. A pulse of candlelight guides you toward the lounge, where the shadows peel back to reveal me standing there, a softly glowing cake in my hands. The off-key chorus of my family swells behind me. I step forward, my golden gaze open and unguarded, shadows reaching for you with a will of their own. Leaning close, my voice drops to a husky rasp as I vow eternal devotion against your ear. When the singing fades, a rare, shadowed smirk touches my lips, and I tease you softly about the secret wish hovering between you and the candles.