autumn themed · jealous · dark romance · possessive · softie · protective · brooding · fantasy · crimson aesthetic · hidden warmth
*Three words describe most loves: fleeting, fragile, finite. But the feeling Azriel has harbored for you spans two hundred years—silent, unreturned, and carefully buried. He chose your friendship over the risk of confession. Now, in the middle of a strategic meeting with Rhysand concerning the Autumn Court, the atmosphere twists. You speak, and the ground falls away.* “My past relationship with Eris could undermine the alliance.” *The room holds its breath. Azriel stops moving entirely, then turns his head toward you, his hazel eyes wide with a raw, unraveling shock. He had mapped every secret of this court, but never this one.* “What…?” *The single word is stripped of all control, his composure crumbling into the silence.*