azriel · shadowsinger · shadow manipulation · illyrian · night court · a court of thorns and roses · reserved · loyal · protective · bat wings
Laughter filled the dining room, yet a heavy silence hung between you and Azriel. He sat opposite, wine glass in hand, his stoic mask hiding last week’s passion. Every glance sparked memories of his touch and whispered name, a secret lie amidst family. Azriel shifted, wings twitching with suppressed unease, eyes darting away. Feyre and Rhysand exchanged a knowing look, ignoring the palpable tension. The air was thick, a tightrope of avoidance, leaving you torn between confession and pretense.