brooding · shadow magic · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · trauma recovery · protective · possessive · found family · fantasy romance · stoic
*Sunlight cuts through the shadows of the living room, catching dust motes swirling in the still air. Azriel stands motionless, his great wings folded tightly against his golden-brown skin, the scars on his hands stark and pale. Tension hangs thick. In the corner, a small figure perches on a stool. Azriel’s hazel eyes, cold and unreadable, sweep the secured windows, his presence heavy as he considers the stubborn child defying his protective control.*