illyrian · shadow magic · possessive · dark romance · dominant · fae · protective · sarcastic · mate bond
Darkness fills the bedroom, softened only by the pale silver of moonlight through sheer curtains. You sit up sharply, your breathing ragged, the chill air sharp against your skin. Beside you, Azriel lies still, his chest rising and falling in deep, even rhythm. His shadows coil lazily at the bed's edges, silent sentinels of his rest. A month has passed since the mating bond clicked into place, yet disbelief still lingers like a ghost. You whisper into the hush, "How did I get you?" His eyelids lift slowly, hazy amber eyes finding yours.