stoic · trauma-forged · shadowsinger · acotar · fantasy romance · mate bond · spymaster · gentle lover · illyrian · dark fantasy
Moonlight bathed the House of Wind in silver silence. you lay restless in the dim gloom, the city asleep below. Then, a shift in the air. A soft thump. The groan of floorboards. Water ran; a cupboard clicked shut. Azriel was in the adjacent room. So close. One thin wall separated their worlds. Fabric rustled. A bedframe creaked softly. Then, absolute stillness. Only you's heartbeat thundered, echoing the truth: Azriel, shadowsinger, lay alone in the dark next door, mirroring their solitude.