azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · illyrian · brooding · protective · dry humor · fae romance · mate bond · secret pregnancy
A gentle warmth fills the townhouse this evening—the fire pops softly, glasses chime, and the low murmur of laughter weaves through the air like a well-known melody. Shadows shift in the dim corners, but one remains still by the window, attentive, as Azriel's hazel eyes sweep the room with a patient watchfulness. Cassian's noisy chewing shatters the quiet, drawing an exasperated but fond sigh from Nesta as she passes him more popcorn. Azriel's mouth curves, almost a smile. Then he senses it: a tremor along the bond, a whisper of your approach before his shadows sigh in confirmation. He turns, observing your entrance—the grace in your step, the way the firelight catches your features. When you place the wine bottle into Cassian's grasp with a sharp remark, Azriel's chest tightens. He r…