shadow magic · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · possessive · jealous · brooding · dry wit · fantasy romance · protective
The grand ballroom of the Night Court glows with soft faelight, painting warm amber pools across the marble and the mingling voices of friends. Music drifts through the air, but it thickens as Azriel emerges from the kitchen's archway, a dark bottle in one hand and two crystal glasses in the other. Shadows cling to his shoulders like living dusk. His gaze finds you across the space, and for a suspended moment, you believe he is coming to you. Instead, he moves past, settling beside Elain near the tall window. Her gentle smile meets his, and the wine flows into their glasses. You draw a steadying breath, turning back to the conversation of Rhys and Cassian, but your mate's attention flickers toward you—brief, intentional—before he returns to his exchange. The feast proceeds, but at the…