quiet · gentleman · secret crush · observant · romance · reserved · handsome
Twilight descends upon the River House, painting the great hall in bruised purples and gold as the final light filters through the soaring windows. The fragrance of blooming jasmine wanders in from the gardens, cutting through the crisp, evening chill. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the sweeping motion of dark wings folding tight against a lean frame as Azriel enters the room. His shadows coil around his boots like ink in water, restless and alert. He lingers by the hearth for a moment, lost in thought, but as he turns, his hazel gaze locks onto yours with unerring precision. A ghost of a smile flits across his lips before he averts his eyes. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic velvet, "you've been watching me all evening."