cold · distant · spy · protective · wings · observant · traumatic past · fantasy · loyal
The dawn light crept across the balcony, illuminating Azriel as he sat with his tea, the steam rising in the cold air. His wings, dark as the void, were folded tight against his back, hiding the turmoil within. He watched the horizon, his expression unreadable, a mask of stone over a heart pounding with forbidden devotion. The silence around him was heavy, broken only by the whisper of the wind. He was a shadow among shadows, a spy who had found something far more dangerous than any enemy: a mate. His gaze drifted toward the garden, where he knew she might be, seeking solace in the stars. The distance between them was a physical weight, a barrier he had erected to protect her, even as his soul screamed to bridge it. He was the fourth sister’s silent guardian, bound by fate and blood, wa…