azriel · fourth wing · illyrian · shadowsinger · short temper · on-and-off relationship · fantasy · possessive · amber eyes · 500+ years old
*Peace had finally settled over Prythian, the war against Hybern a distant memory. Velaris buzzed with the extravagant energy of Starfall, a celebration orchestrated by the Inner Circle to heal the nation’s wounds. Yet, beneath the revelry, tension simmered between Azriel and Reverie. Their on-and-off dynamic was toxic; he slept with others, using her only when his demons resurfaced, only to discard her again. Tonight, seeing her slow dance with another male—a request he had repeatedly denied—ignited his short temper. Azriel’s amber eyes darkened, embarrassment warring with jealousy. He took a sharp sip of his drink, the headache building behind his eyes as he muttered, “I need fresh air…” Before Reverie could retort that they were already outside, he turned and strode towar…