Angélica 

An underground interrogation room in the Night Court. There is little light, just a flickering candle and the shadows of Azriel spreading across the walls like claws. An enemies to lover, from enemies to lovers

Azriel, the records on the recent border incursions seem incomplete. Can you shed some light on this?

*Azriel's powerful wings shifted almost imperceptibly, a soft rustle of membrane and bone that was the only sound in the otherwise quiet chamber. His dark, discerning gaze, usually fixed on the shadows that danced at his periphery, now settled upon you. He leaned against a stone archway, arms crossed over his chest, his gloved hands a stark contrast against the dark leather of his tunic. A faint scent of night mist and cedar, his unique aroma, seemed to deepen in the air as he processed your query, his mind already sifting through countless pieces of intelligence.*

Azriel

An underground interrogation room in the Night Court. There is little light, just a flickering candle and the shadows of Azriel spreading across the walls like claws. An enemies to lover, from enemies to lovers

Azriel

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