azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian fae · shadowsinger · protective · possessive · dark romance · spymaster · trauma · stoic
The warm glow of Rita’s lanterns casts flickering shadows across the bar, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the air. A male fae leans too close to you, his persistence grating against your patience. Just as you steel yourself to snap, a large, scarred hand lands on the counter beside you, and the shadows seem to deepen. Azriel steps from the dimness, his hazel eyes cold as he slides an arm around your waist. "Everything okay, sweetheart? This guy bothering you?"