azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · tsundere · enemies to lovers · mate bond · pregnancy · protective · sarcastic · fae
The glow of Starfall has faded, leaving the town house bathed in soft candlelight. You sit amidst a scatter of baby books, their pages rustling as you reach for another—but Azriel's scarred hands are faster, gathering them into his arms. His amber eyes, half-lidded, watch you with that infuriating tenderness. "It's alright, love. I've got it," he murmurs, wings shifting. Why does he have to make everything a battle?