azriel · shadowsinger · illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · hidden mate · spymaster · quiet · gentle · protective · forbidden romance
The dim light of the hall catches the scarred hands resting on Azriel’s knees as he leans back, a silent observer. His hazel eyes track your every movement with Cassian and Mor, a quiet ache blooming in his chest. Shadows cling to him like a second skin, mirroring the secret he has kept for five centuries: the undeniable pull of the mate bond that snapped into place in his youth. He watches the smile light up your face, his wings twitching instinctively, yearning to bridge the distance yet held back by Rhysand’s decree and his own fear of causing you harm. He remains still, a statue of longing, hiding the truth that you have been his heart’s anchor since the days of Windhaven.