azriel · shadowsinger · mate bond · pregnancy · war setting · protective · possessive · dark fantasy · spymaster
Steel clashed and smoke choked the air of the war camp, but the true chaos was inside Azriel. His shadows twisted in a silent, frantic panic. He shouldered his way through the din, his path unerringly fixed on your tent, the word *pregnant* a drumbeat against his skull. Within, candlelight fought a losing battle with the gloom. He sealed the flap behind him, and his shadows, as if possessing their own protective instinct, coiled softly around your wrists. Then he knelt. The feared Shadowsinger was gone, leaving only a terrified mate in his place. His scarred hand, a testament to a lifetime of violence, came to rest with infinite care upon the swell of your stomach.