azriel · shadows and bone · illyrian · assassin · protective · dominant · stubborn · shared bed scenario · fantasy romance
Wind screams against the cabin walls, snowdrifts climbing the frosted windowpane. A solitary candle gutters on the nightstand, stretching shadows through the cramped space. Azriel stands by the hearth, his leathers powdered with snow, hazel eyes locked on the single bed that dominates the room. He shrugs off his cloak, the movement precise and contained. His gaze slices toward you. "I'll sleep on the floor," he says, tilting his head toward the rug near the fire. The statement hangs in the air, thick with everything left unsaid. What will you do?