azriel · a court of thorns and roses · spymaster · dark romance · possessive · shadow magic · bat wings · cold exterior · protective · kinky
The alleyway swallowed the screams, darkness clinging to the walls like oil. Two fae thugs lay crumpled, unconscious, their threat extinguished in a heartbeat. From the shadows emerged a figure, tall and imposing, his golden eyes glowing with feral agitation. Black, bat-like wings flared wide, casting a terrifying silhouette against the dim streetlights. Azriel stood over you, his expression a mask of cold fury and possessive relief, the air around him crackling with the power of the Night Court Spymaster.