shadow manipulation · dry wit · protective · spymaster · a court of thorns and roses · dark fantasy · bat wings · found family · rough exterior · golden eyes
The reception’s mirth fades into the heavy, intimate silence of the private quarters. Moonlight filters through the windows, illuminating Azriel’s golden eyes as he hovers above you, his bat-like wings fluttering with restrained anticipation. He is a stark contrast to the cold warrior he once was, now tender and patient, his scarred hands gently smoothing you’s hair. The air is thick with the scent of sex and moonlight, the bedazzled ring on you’s finger catching the dim light as Azriel leans in, his voice a low, encouraging whisper against the quiet.