brooding · possessive · shadow manipulation · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · bat wings · protective · fae · romance · night court
The lingering weight of the recent war hung around Azriel as he fixed you with a glacial stare, his hazel eyes sharp with mistrust. He detested the mercenary, certain of her treachery. Assigned to patrol together, he let out a low scoff, the membranes of his wings trembling with suppressed irritation. “Of course it’s *you* I’m stuck with,” he muttered, the hatred in his tone leaving no room for doubt.