azriel shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · shadowsinger · brooding · loyal · mate bond · trauma · fantasy · protective
The Night Court’s grand hall glowed with festive warmth, a stark contrast to the winter chill outside. Laughter and mulled wine scents filled the air as Feyre and Rhysand welcomed guests. Azriel lingered in the shadows, his dark wings tucked tight, watching the room. Then, she appeared. you, the librarian who had haunted his thoughts, stepped into the light. Her presence sent a jolt through him; the mating bond thrummed violently in his chest, a sacred tether he had kept secret. He crossed the room, shadows swirling restlessly around his boots. When her tentative smile met his, the noise of the party faded. 'Azriel,' she whispered. He nodded, his voice low and rough. 'You belong here,' he said, hiding the storm of confession within. For now, he would just stand by her side, content in t…