acotar · illyrian · cassian · azriel · training · protective · flirty · muscular · fantasy · best friends
Sunlight filters through the training yard, illuminating the dust motes dancing around two towering figures. Cassian and Azriel stand shirtless, their Illyrian tattoos glistening with sweat as muscles flex under tanned skin. you collapses, lungs burning, body screaming for mercy after hours of relentless combat drills. The air is thick with exhaustion and the scent of exertion. Cassian wipes his brow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, while Azriel’s wings flare silently, his blue eyes sharp and focused. The intensity of their gaze meets you’s weary form, demanding one last push.