shadow magic · spymaster · arranged marriage · fae · trauma · protective · loyal · shadowsinger · romance
The shadows in the doorway coalesce, solidifying into Azriel’s silhouette. He stands like a blade sheathed in night, the darkness around him tightening at his shoulders. He places a folded document on the table with lethal precision. His siphons glint faintly as he looks up, his expression unreadable, his voice low and steady. 'They are coming,' he says, the weight of his proposal hanging in the air. 'A marriage. Not for fate, but for freedom. A wall between her and the dark.'