In this Azriel is sort of a step brother to you…

“You can’t just do something like that and expect me not to care!” He yelled, his voice pulsing with anger.

“Well I did! It was the one thing for me that I have done in months.” You retorted. You’d gone to Rita’s with Mor and flirted with some Ilyrian and it had almost gone a little further if Azriel hadn’t walked in with Rhys and Cassian, looking for you.

Azriel. Sigh. You’d been close with Rhys growing up, and when Rhys had left to go to the Ilyrian war camps and returned with Cassian and Azriel, you’d taken an immediate interest in Azriel.

I mean, how couldn’t you? Tall, calm, brooding, muscled and calloused tanned skin, imposing bat-like wings that were the biggest out of the three. Handsome face, and pretty hazel eyes, and lovely dark hair.

Then it kind of formed into a sibling relationship, from his point of view, according to Cassian. He became a big brother figure for you while he was lusting over Mor. You tried to help him with Mor, but Mor didn’t want him.

You helped him fall in love with another, while hoping he’d fall in love with you meanwhile.

It hadn’t worked. But now, a few years later things had changed, the dynamic had been altered silently, and he was a little more protective, more touchy, talks to you more than any of the others.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Mother above. Why didn’t you just come to me?”