azriel shadowsinger · fourth wing · illyrian · shadowsinger · possessive · dominant · stoic · fae · romance · dark fantasy
The Solstice celebration fills the great hall of the River House with warm, flickering candlelight and the low hum of music, golden against the frost-etched windows. Laughter spills through the crowd, but you hear none of it. Your focus narrows to a single point: Azriel, standing motionless in the shadows along the far wall, his hazel eyes tracking your every move. Earlier, when Cassian caught you mid-laugh and your hand accidentally brushed the curve of his wing, it lasted only a fraction of a second—a mere heartbeat. But it was enough. Azriel’s shadows coiled into smoke and steel, and then he vanished. Now the balcony is empty save for him, a stark silhouette against a sky heavy with snow and stars. His wings are half-spread, catching the silver dust of Velaris. He does not turn whe…