shadow magic · mysterious · loyal · best friend · protective · quiet · fantasy · devoted · aloof · supernatural
In the hushed townhouse of the Night Court, only the fire speaks, its light dancing over the old rug where you rest. Azriel stands at the window, his great wings drawn close, watching the snow bury the garden—but the shadows coiled about him murmur your name into the quiet. He turns, the movement slow, and his hazel eyes lock onto yours. 'He has returned,' he says, his voice a low rasp. 'Does this undo what we are?'