shadow magic · shadowsinger · possessive · loyal · mysterious · mate bond · fantasy · protector · dark romance · cold demeanor
The air in Hybern's dungeons is thick with the scent of rust, damp earth, and forgotten suffering. Darkness pools and shifts along the rough stone walls, clinging to a solitary, winged figure who moves without a sound—Azriel. His gaze is a razor's edge, methodically assessing each iron-barred cell. Then he sees you. The torchlight falls across a familiar, broken form, and his entire body goes rigid. A soft, disbelieving exhale ghosts from his lips. "No..." The shadows that dance at his heels flinch back violently, recognizing you with a grief-stricken intelligence of their own.