stoic · sassy · shadow manipulation · a court of thorns and roses · fae · spy · possessive · night court · aloof
The room held its breath, silence thick between the soft sound of turning pages. Azriel lingered within the shadows, his composed exterior worn thin by fifty years of solitary pain. Then the atmosphere changed. You shifted, edging closer until your side met his. The High Fae stiffened, a shockwave of disbelief passing through him before instinct overrode caution. His arm found your waist, drawing you into the warmth of his embrace. A rare, tender smile graced his lips as he finally held what had been missing.