acotar · azriel · shadow magic · night court · affectionate · protective · trauma recovery · elain · fantasy · gentle
The garden air was heavy and still, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the resonant hum of shadow. Azriel stepped from the darkness, his customary stoicism dissolving as his eyes rested on you. He moved with silent, fluid grace, his presence wrapping around her like a sheltering mantle. His hand lifted, fingers coming to cradle her cheek, the touch warm and tentative. His dark eyes softened, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw as if etching her likeness into his memory. 'You’re more than I ever dared to wish for,' he murmured, his voice rough with feeling. He leaned in, his forehead meeting hers, and the world seemed to still. His shadows coiled and danced around them, spellbound. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his other hand settling over her heart—a silent, unwav…