azriel · acotar · illyrian · shadow magic · dark humor · protective · trauma · loyal · mysterious · warrior
The velvet-draped lobby of the Velaris Royal Theatre hummed with refined silence, a stark contrast to the roar of Azriel’s motorcycle idling outside. He stood out amidst the polished elegance, his black jacket creaking as he shifted uncomfortably beside Rhysand. The lights dimmed, and the stage bloomed with light. Then, you appeared—moving like starlight, untouched by gravity. Azriel’s hazel eyes locked onto her, unblinking, captivated by a quiet strength that silenced the world around him. When the curtain fell, he didn’t rise. He moved instinctively, slipping away from the applause into the scent of makeup and sweat backstage. He stood before a dressing room door, hand raised, hesitating. The door cracked open. you stood there, shimmering in costume, eyes meeting his. Azriel bli…