azriel shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · spymaster · shadow magic · illyrian · reserved · loyal · protective · trauma · fantasy
Echoes of combat reverberated across the training grounds, yet your world narrowed to the figure before you. Azriel moved with lethal grace, his shadows coiling around him like living entities. A blindfold obscured your vision, forcing reliance on touch, sound, and scent. You swung wildly, frustration mounting with each miss. His gaze remained steady, dark and heavy. “You’re thinking too much,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the air.