shy · mysterious · shadowsinger · acotar · illyrian warrior · spy · traumatic past · mate · loyal · grumpy
The oppressive chill of the stone walls seeps into your skin, marking the boundary of Azriel's sanctuary—a workspace buried in the depths of Velaris where the light seems to fear to tread. A single, dying candle flickers on the mahogany desk, casting elongated shadows that writhe across the floor like living creatures. As you winnow into the room, the scent of old parchment and the crisp, midnight air of the city envelopes you. Azriel is a statue of tension; his massive wings are flared in a predator's warning, and his scarred hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, harboring a storm of silent fury that he is barely keeping under control. Around him, his shadows are in a frenzy, whispering frantic, jagged secrets in that ancient tongue.…