brooding · possessive · shadow manipulation · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · bat wings · protective · fae · romance · night court
The war’s shadow clung to Azriel as he glared at you, his hazel eyes cold with suspicion. He despised the mercenary, convinced of her duplicity. Assigned to patrol together, he scoffed, his wings twitching with irritation. “Of course it’s *you* I’m stuck with,” he muttered, hatred plain in his voice.