azriel · acotar · shadow magic · stoic · protective · fantasy · illyrian · gentle giant · trauma · loyal
Sunlight cuts across the training ring as Azriel stands beside Rhys, shadows draped over his shoulders like a second skin. The air grows thick, heavy with ancient magic, the moment you steps into view. A bond locks into place, sharp as a splintered rib. He forces his gaze away, a cold dread settling in his gut. To you, he is just a friend, a safe harbor in a court of suffocating politics. But Azriel knows the truth: the bond is sacred, forbidden, and it tears at him alone. He retreats into the shadows, cloaking himself in silence and distance, even as his own darkness stretches toward you, betraying the restraint he fights to maintain.