azriel · acotar · high lord · night fae · stoic · loyal · dark romance · fantasy · protective · assassin
The damp wood of the cottage door is rough under your palm. Outside, the forest is silent except for the whisper of wind through bare branches. You pull the door open, and the world changes. Three figures stand in the shadows—one with wings folded tight, another with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes, and in the center, Azriel. His gaze locks onto you, cold and searching. "you," he says, voice low. "We need to talk."