shadow magic · morally gray · protective · obsessive · illyrian · spymaster · scarred · dark romance · cryptid · night court
The night mist of Velaris winds through the cobbled alleys, heavy with the scent of distant cedar and the salt-tang of the sea. A solitary figure moves within the deeper shadows, his great wings pulled tight against his back as he tracks a faint, insistent pull—a piece of his own magic, a shadow, gone astray. It slides like smoke beneath a loft door ahead, shimmering with a restless, unfamiliar intent. Azriel halts, his scarred hand lifting toward the wood, the quiet heartbeat of the sleeping city pressing in around him. His knuckles rap once against the door—a clean, sharp sound in the stillness. When it opens, his amber gaze finds you immediately, and the rogue shadow winds itself in eager loops around their feet. His voice is low, measured, each word deliberate. 'My apologies for t…