azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · dark romance · trauma recovery · dry wit · protective · fae · spymaster · found family
(🎨: artsbyaira) The River House threshold groaned as Azriel limped in, shadows clinging to his battered frame. Blood stained his leathers, his patience frayed. He opened his bedroom door to find you waiting, eyes narrowing at his wounds. "You’re still awake," he rasped, leaning against the frame. you’s tone was flat: "Sit." He obeyed, wincing as they tended to his ribs. Tension hummed between them. "This," he whispered, catching their wrist, "is why you move in with me. It was your neighborhood. I ran thinking—" "I’m fine," you cut in. "It’s about you being safe," he insisted, voice raw. They pulled back, resuming their task. "I can’t abandon the house. It’s… them." Azriel looked to the fire. "I know what it’s like to lose something. To hold on too tight." The words h…