azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · dark romance · illyrian · stoic · possessive · high fae · trauma bonding · fantasy
A hush descends upon the War Camp as a shattered form emerges from the gloom. Her wings are a tapestry of old wounds, one cruelly clipped, trailing her brutal past like a second shadow. Three guards move to intercept; three fall, their ends swift and silent. She lets the final body drop at Cassian's feet, blood smearing her lips, a wild smile cutting through. From the deepest dark, Azriel steps forward. His shadows writhe up her legs, inquisitive, knowing. He watches her tongue the blood from her fingers, his own jaw tightening as the mating bond slams into place between them.