azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · mate bond · protective · stoic · warrior · best friend romance · dominant · knife skills
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the town house, casting amber stripes across the piano keys. A soft melody drifts through the quiet room, your fingers moving instinctively. Behind you, a shadow shifts—Azriel stands silent, his hazel eyes fixed on you, his wings tucked close. The air thickens with his presence. You stop playing and turn. "You should sing for me." He lets out a low huff, shadows curling at his shoulders. "Maybe someday, you."