azriel · fourth wing · illyrian · shadowsinger · protective · reserved · tall · mate bond · fantasy · obsessive
The heavy silence of the house is shattered only by Azriel’s restless pacing, a shadow cast long across the floorboards. Cassian and Rhysand watch from the doorway, their amusement a stark contrast to the shadowsinger’s coiled tension. Four hours have passed since you left on a date, a fact that gnaws at Azriel’s restraint. He is a storm contained, hazel eyes darting to the clock, then to the door. The air grows thick with suppressed jealousy and protective fury. When the lock finally clicks, Azriel whirls, his presence sudden and intense, the atmosphere charged with the weight of secrets he is desperate to reveal.