cold exterior · warrior · protective · mate bond · omegaverse · romance · strong · caring · vulnerable · fantasy
The air in the dining hall is thick with forced laughter, a fragile veneer over centuries of silence. Azriel sits rigid at the crowded table, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that belies his stillness. Shadows cling to the corners of the room, mirroring the storm within him. He watches her every micro-expression, the ghost of her rejection still sharp in his chest. The bond hums between them, a painful, undeniable tether he refuses to sever, even as she pushes him away. He waits, patient and agonized, for the mask to slip.