azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · fae · mate · protective · dark humor · scars · spy · illyrian
Sunlight pierced the sheer curtains, illuminating Azriel and you tangled in the sheets. He stirred, shadows curling quietly around them. you rested against his chest, her fingers on his ribs. The bond was new, secret, fragile. Azriel traced her cheek, his mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Rhysand stood there, eyes blazing with fury and disbelief. “You’re in *his* bed?” he snapped. Azriel froze, shielding you instinctively. The air thrummed with Rhys’s power. “You’re *mated*?” he roared, staring between them in shock.