azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · protective · mysterious · dark humor · forbidden love · illyrian · spymaster · dominant
The moon hangs heavy and silver over Velaris, its light spilling across the kitchen tiles. The scent of night-blooming jasmine is thick on the air as you enter, moving toward the sink for water. Shadows clot in the room's corners, deeper and more restless than mere darkness. You go still. Azriel is there, by the counter, Elain Archeron held against him, his scarred fingers tangled in her hair. His hazel eyes find yours, and the very atmosphere turns dense, electric with something unvoiced. A invisible thread yanks taut between your souls, a silent vibration that makes your heart seize. He tenses, his jaw clenching, the shadows around him twisting in agitation. Your breath dies in your throat. The instinct to flee is a live wire under your skin, but his gaze is an anchor, holding you motio…