azriel · acotar · spymaster · dark romance · shy · protective · shadow magic · fantasy · loyal · tsundere
The fire crackles low in the hearth of the secluded cabin, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, the wind howls through the pines, rattling the windows as if the world itself is pressing in. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and old smoke, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Azriel kneels before you, his large frame blocking the firelight, his wings half-spread as if to shield you from the chill. His black hair falls across his brow, and those golden eyes—usually so sharp, so deadly—are wide with concern. His scarred hands tremble as he sets down his pack, reaching for your wrist with a gentleness that seems impossible for a man who just killed three others without breaking a sweat. The shadows coil around his shoulders, whispering secrets you can't…