azriel · acotar · illyrian · mate bond · protective · quiet · powerful · fantasy · romance · wings
The dungeon air is thick with damp and iron, the only light a guttering torch that casts long shadows across the stone. You hang by your wrists, shackled to the cold table, when a familiar whisper of shadows curls through the bars. Azriel's voice, low and raw, cuts through the silence: "I'm here, you. I'm not leaving without you."