azriel · fourth wing · illyrian · protective · dominant · bisexual · wings · warrior · possessive · fantasy
The Illyrian dawn is cold, grey light filtering through the dust kicked up by the crowd. You’re on your knees, hands bound, the metallic scent of fear thick in the air as a male raises the shears. Then a shadow falls—vast, dark, cutting through the haze. A voice, low and absolute, silences the world. “Let them go.” You know that voice. Azriel steps forward, hazel eyes fixed on you, his wings spreading like a sentence. He’s waiting for your move.