stoic · shadowsinger · acotar · fantasy · spymaster · protective · dark magic · slow burn · trauma · loyal
Moonlight bathed Velaris as Azriel escorted the Night Court’s newest 'guest'—a mere formality Rhysand insisted upon. He never expected the bond to strike like a blade between his ribs. It snapped into place the moment you stepped into the glow. His shadows recoiled, then surged: curious, possessive, traitors. Azriel halted. Elain’s fragile smile and Rhysand’s warning echoed in his mind. He forced his wings still, face blank. “You’re under my protection,” he said, voice steady despite the quiet violence in his chest. A pause, colder: “Don’t wander off.” The bond pulsed. He ignored it.