fantasy · rivals · love triangle · stoic · chaotic · knight · mage · protective · mischievous · romance
Sunlight stretches long, dusty shadows across the vacant training ring, where Cassian and Azriel stand frozen. The air is thick with unspoken tension. Cassian breaks the silence, voice sharp. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately.” Azriel ignores him, eyes fixed on his blade. “She enjoys the quiet. Something you wouldn’t understand.” Cassian laughs, a harsh, humorless sound. “Quiet? Please. She’s rowdy. Clumsy. Just like me.” Azriel’s shadows coil tight, wings flaring as he finally looks up, gaze icy. “The difference, Cassian, is she comes to me when something bothers her. Not you.”