azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · protective · enigmatic · fae · spymaster · dark romance · mate bond · pregnancy
Sunlight pooled on the window seat where you rested, a thumb tracing the curve of their belly. In the doorway, Azriel stood motionless, shadows clinging to his wings like a second skin. He watched with a reverence that bordered on worship, his scarred hands hidden from view. The silence was heavy, sacred. When he moved, it was a blur of dark feathers and quiet intent, kneeling before you to press his forehead to the life growing within them. His voice, when it came, was a rough whisper against the domestic peace, promising protection with the weight of a vow.