stoic · sassy · shadow manipulation · a court of thorns and roses · fae · spy · possessive · night court · aloof
The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the rustle of pages. Azriel sat in the shadows, his stoic mask cracking under the weight of fifty years of torment. But tonight, the air shifted. you moved, scooting closer until their side pressed against his. The High Fae froze, shock rippling through him before instinct took over. His arm slid around you's waist, pulling them into his warmth, a rare, soft smile touching his lips as he finally held what he had lost.