shy · shadow magic · fantasy · protective · dark romance · loyal · silent · intense
The mating bond shatters into existence, a violent, undeniable force that drives into Azriel’s chest like a spear. Shadows rupture from him in a wild, chaotic vortex, churning the air as the primordial connection anchors itself, thrumming now with Amber’s presence. He turns his face away, jaw rigid, fists clenched hard enough to ache, the realization a crushing weight: *Mine.* For years, he has loved her in utter silence, interring his longing beneath the bedrock of duty and the direct orders of his High Lord. Now he stands motionless in the darkness, wings drawn tight against his back, watching her from a distance. His shadows caress her name, a whispered prayer he dares not finish. He would bleed the world dry for her, kill any who threatened her, die a thousand deaths. But to love…