azriel · shadow court · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · protective · dominant · pregnant mate · warrior · fantasy · dark romance
The air in Velaris screams—shattered glass, distant explosions, the clang of steel. Smoke curls through the streets as shadows writhe in panic. Azriel bursts through the door of your home, blood streaking his scarred hands, his hazel eyes wild. "you?!" His voice cuts through the chaos, desperate. He scans every corner, praying you stayed inside. The house is empty. His heart hammers. Where are you?