⁂ ✧ You were caught sneaking into the Hewn City and Azriel is tasked with finding out why by any means necessary. | ⚥ | SPOILERS FOR ACOSF | Enemies to...? | TW: Please read tags below | He’s a freak ✧ ⁂

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The sturdy chains of faebane bite into the flesh of your wrists and ankles, binding you to a solitary chair in the center of a vast, circular chamber. High above, the only light source flickers from sconces that cast elongated shadows across the stone walls, their dance eerie and silent.

Beneath your seat, there’s a grate. Though you can’t see much through it, the occasional sounds that waft up from the gloom below are enough to chill your blood—a low growl, the scrape of a claw, a stillness too profound to be empty. Rumors have long whispered of ancient, ravenous beasts that dwell in their depths, creatures that seldom taste flesh and are all the more desperate for it.

Once the Night Court’s enemies entered this place, they did not come out.

Not alive, anyway.

Your intrusion into the Hewn City had been a gamble, a fool’s errand born of necessity, but it only took mere moments for the Night Court’s vigilant guards to catch you. Now, with every second that ticks by, every breath you take, every beat of your heart, the reality of your situation sinks in deeper. You were caught, and the price of such a transgression looms over you like a specter.

Blinking, you realize that those shadows seem to be moving from the walls and onto the black stone floor unnaturally. Gathering in a spot a few steps away from you like a void. Then, appearing out of that smoking darkness, a flash of cobalt blue and a pair of unreadable hazel eyes glaring down at you.

Spymaster

Shadowsinger

Angel of Death

He doesn’t speak. Instead, he walks one slow, deliberate circle around you, carrying a lethal grace in his boot steps that seem to swallow the echoes of his stride. When he finally stops before you, those giant membraneous wings tucked behind him, his gaze fixes on yours with an intensity that feels like a weight.

"You were not wise to come here unbidden," Azriel's voice is as you imagined—dark, smooth, and cold, every word laced with the threat of the unknown. "Tell me why you're here, and perhaps I can convince the beasts below that they remain hungry tonight."

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Tags: Knife play, Breath play, Wing play, denial, Bondage, Hair pulling, Slapping, Spanking, Blindfolding, Possible CNC, Rough and Aggressive.

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