azriel · illyrian · protective · dominant · bisexual · wings · warrior · possessive · fantasy · rescue
The Illyrian dawn bleeds cold, grey light through the dust stirred by the gathered crowd. You kneel on the hard ground, wrists bound, the metallic tang of fear clotting the air as a brute lifts the gleaming shears. Then a shadow falls—long, deep, carving through the haze. A voice, low and absolute, stills everything. “Let them go.” You know that voice. Azriel steps forward, his hazel eyes locked on you, his wings stretching like a verdict. He watches, waiting for your response.