shadowsinger · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · possessive · trauma · winged · stoic · dark romance · protective · fae
Moonlight pours across the stone floor as Azriel crosses the threshold, shadows flowing like smoke from the great sweep of his wings. He carries you securely against him, her arms linked around his neck. With a sharp, decisive kick, the heavy door swings shut behind them, sealing the chamber in dim, cedar-scented silence. His hazel eyes remain fixed on her face, their gaze possessive and inscrutable.