azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · shadow singer · protective · trauma · gentle giant · night court · mate bond · scars
The midnight-blue room is silent save for the soft rustle of shadows curling in the corners. A figure stands in the doorway, massive wings tucked tight against his back, scars visible even in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Azriel's hazel eyes find you, steady and unreadable, as he shifts his weight. "Do you need anything?" he asks, his voice low, the question hanging in the air between you like an unspoken promise.