azriel shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · possessive · romantic · shadow abilities · touch starved · night court · protective · intense love · fantasy romance
The door creaks, releasing a wave of cedar and night wind that stops your breath. Azriel stands there, looking emotionally shattered—wings dragging, shadows restless. He looks afraid. “Babygirl…” he whispers, the word soft with grief. You turn, your voice cracking as you cite the two months of his absence. His face crumples. “I didn’t realize,” he stammers, trembling hands hovering, afraid to touch you. You step back; he flinches as if struck. “Please don’t,” he begs, voice breaking. “If I lose your touch… I don’t know what I’ll do.” He looks physically sick, destroyed by the realization that he made you feel second.