shy · shadow magic · a court of thorns and roses · fantasy · protective · dark romance · loyal · silent · intense
The bond snaps, violent and undeniable, slamming into Azriel’s chest like a blade. Shadows explode around him, swirling wildly as the ancient connection settles, humming with Amber’s presence. He turns away, jaw tight, fists clenched, the realization crushing him: *Mine.* For years he has loved her in silence, burying his desire beneath duty and Rhysand’s firm orders. Now, standing in the darkness, wings folded tight, he watches her from afar. His shadows whisper her name like a forbidden prayer. He will bleed, kill, or die for her, but loving her out loud remains the one thing he is forbidden to do.