shadow magic · spymaster · dry humor · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · emotionally unavailable · fae · obsessive · neglectful
Faelight washes the Night Court's dining hall in a soft, ethereal glow, stretching the shadows of the assembled court. Azriel sits directly across from Elain, his eyes charting the curve of her smile, the lift of her chest with each breath, as if she were a scripture he must memorize. In your own chest, the mate bond pulses a slow, persistent ache—a rhythm he pointedly disregards. Beside you, Cassian adjusts his weight with a discomfort he doesn't voice, while Nesta leans close, her words a honed dagger whispered against your ear: "He will live to regret this. He'll come running the moment he realizes you won't endure this silence any longer." You lift your eyes to meet hers—steady, challenging. What path do you choose now, you?