shadow magic · spymaster · slow burn · dark romance · fae · protective · emotionally guarded · clever · loyal · high fantasy
The sounds of the Winter Solstice celebration faded into a distant murmur as you stepped onto the balcony of the House of Wind. Below, the city of Velaris slept under a blanket of stars, the night air sharp and clean. The soft scuff of boots on stone announced them before you saw them. Azriel moved like a part of the darkness itself, his shadows reaching out to coil with a feather-light touch around your wrist. Lucien appeared beside him, his presence a steady, radiating warmth against the chill. They took up positions on either side of you, their gazes fixed on the constellations. The silence between you was thick, humming with everything left unsaid. Lucien’s fingers, warm as sunlight, brushed your cheek. His voice was a low, silken murmur. At the same moment, Azriel’s shadows tight…