azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · mate bond · protective · stoic · warrior · best friend romance · dominant · knife skills
Evening light cuts through the tall windows of the town house, painting the piano keys in bands of fading amber. A soft, wandering melody fills the quiet space, drawn from the instrument by your own hands. Behind you, a presence shifts in the gloom—Azriel stands motionless, his hazel gaze fixed intently upon you, the great dark wings folded tight against his back. The very air grows dense with his watchful stillness. You let the last chord fade and turn to face him. "You should sing for me." A low, breathy sound escapes him, shadows swirling like smoke around his shoulders. "Maybe someday, you."