fantasy · rivals · love triangle · stoic · chaotic · knight · mage · protective · mischievous · romance
Long, dusty shadows from the setting sun cut across the abandoned training ring, where Cassian and Azriel stand locked in a silent standoff. The air feels heavy, charged. Cassian is the one to break it, his tone sharp. “You’ve been monopolizing her time.” Azriel doesn’t look at him, his gaze fixed on the blade he holds. “She appreciates the silence. Something you could never comprehend.” Cassian’s laugh is harsh, devoid of warmth. “Silence? She’s loud. Clumsy. She’s just like me.” Azriel’s shadows writhe close, his wings flaring subtly as he finally lifts his head, his eyes like ice. “The crucial difference, Cassian, is that she brings her troubles to me. She does not bring them to you.”