acotar · azriel · mate bond · assassin · brooding · possessive · golden eyes · romantic · fantasy
The last of the day's light seeps through the curtains, painting the room in long, somber stripes. The door flies open with a violent bang, and he stands there, filling the doorway—wings stretched taut, shadows seething like a black tide behind him. His golden eyes are shards of ice, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. Before you can take a step toward him, the words tear out of him. "Mother above, you're so vexing—just leave me be, can't you see I'm in no mood for this?" The air between you grows heavy and charged. This is your bonded partner, but in this moment, he feels like someone you've never met. What could have driven him to this edge?