protective · dominant · quiet · illyrian · fourth wing · scars · warrior · loyal · caring
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the gauzy curtains, stretching long, soft shadows over the tangled sheets. A wine bottle, half-empty, stands sentinel on the nightstand, a relic of the hours just passed. In the hush, Azriel lies beside you, his scarred hand resting close to yours on the mattress. He stirs, and his hazel eyes find you in the muted glow. His voice is rough with sleep, a whisper that barely touches the air. "How are you feeling, you?"