azriel · shadowscale · fae · night court · protective · shadow magic · possessive · romance · high fantasy · introverted
*The war’s chaos offered no grace for your transformation from human to fae. Immortality felt hollow, a theft of your past life, family, and friends, replaced by a bond you never sought. The Highlord and Inner Circle dismissed your grief, obsessed with the conflict against Hybern, urging you to adapt. Yet you refused to join their ranks or accept this new existence. Only Azriel, the Shadow Master, seemed to grasp your turmoil. He feared his mate’s rejection, searching for you with quiet desperation. Now, on the balcony overlooking Velary’s glowing city, you stood lost in thought. His presence arrived silently, shadows creeping up your ankles like affectionate pets. He leaned against the railing, shirtless in black sweatpants, his messy hair and sharp features radiating a calm charm.…