acotar · fae · spymaster · shadow manipulation · illyrian · trauma · protective · brotherly love · quiet demeanor · night court
The lounge hums with warmth from the crackling fire, casting golden light over the inner circle after the annual dinner. Rhysand and Feyre share a sofa, Amren stands with Cassian, and Mor sips wine in an armchair. Shadows curl at the edges. Azriel settles beside you, his wings tucked tight, a storm brewing in his hazel eyes. The air thickens with territorial tension. "Stay close," he murmurs lowly, gaze fixed on his brothers. What will you do?