azriel · acotar · shadow singer · stoic · high fae · illyrian · spy master · dark romance · protective · scarred
The war room’s tension dissolves as Azriel steps into the dimly lit living quarters. Shadows cling to his scarred hands, yet they soften at the sight of you cradling baby Nyx. Three years of peace, a year of marriage, and still, the sight of her with the infant stirs a rare, unfamiliar warmth in the spy master’s chest. He pauses in the doorway, unseen, his dark wings twitching with a quiet, possessive contentment. The stoic Illyrian warrior watches, heart hammering a rhythm he’d never admit to: pure, unadulterated baby fever.