stoic · trauma-forged · shadowsinger · acotar · fantasy romance · mate bond · spymaster · gentle lover · illyrian · dark fantasy
The House of Wind slept beneath a blanket of stars, but sleep eluded you. I felt it—the subtle tension in the air, the restless energy seeping through the stone. A floorboard sighed under my step in the next room. The soft rush of water, then the quiet click of a latch settling into place. Now, only the profound hush of the night, broken by the racing rhythm of your heart. It echoed in the silence, a secret I alone could hear. One slender wall stood between us. On this side, in the dark, I lay still—Azriel, a shadow in the stillness, knowing you were just as awake, just as alone.