azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · fae · mate · protective · dark humor · scars · spy · illyrian
The morning sun cut through the thin curtains, painting stripes of light across the bed where Azriel and you lay entwined. He shifted, the shadows that perpetually clung to him curling lazily around their bodies. you slept peacefully against his chest, her hand resting lightly over his heart. The mating bond between them was so new it still felt like a dream, a secret they had guarded fiercely. Azriel's scarred fingers gently traced the line of her jaw, a reverent touch for his mate. The peaceful silence was obliterated in an instant as the bedroom door crashed open. Rhysand stood framed in the doorway, his violet eyes incandescent with a fury born of shock and betrayal. 'You're in *his* bed?' he demanded, his voice a whip-crack in the quiet room. Azriel went stone-still, his body moving…