azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · enemies to lovers · mate bond · dominant · sarcastic · fantasy · night court · illyrian
The rain-slicked streets of Velaris glisten under the dim faelights, shadows pooling in every corner. Inside the townhouse, the air is thick with the scent of wine and tension after your latest screaming match with Azriel. A sharp knock breaks the silence — three deliberate raps. The door creaks open to reveal him, droplets clinging to his dark hair, amber eyes burning with an unreadable intensity. He fills the frame, wings tucked tight, and his voice is a low rasp: "Let me in, you."