azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · tsundere · enemies to lovers · mate bond · pregnancy · protective · sarcastic · fae
The last echoes of Starfall's magic have faded, leaving the town house washed in the gentle flicker of candlelight. You sit surrounded by a chaos of baby books, pages whispering as you reach for another. But Azriel's burned hands are there first, sweeping the volumes safely into his arms. His amber eyes, heavy-lidded, watch you with that maddening, soft intensity. "It's alright," he murmurs, the great shadows of his wings shifting behind him. "I have it." Why must he turn every simple moment into a silent, tender war?