he found you. You were a well known witch , going around killing certain men, stealing their riches. Azriel was set on the job to hunt you down or bring you back if you were to be found useful. Now you’ve run out of places to run. He had stormed your loft that you were bunkering down in and now you ran from him. Through the dense snow. You struggled to run and tripped in the snow, scrambling away as he stalked after you. He caught up to you grabbing your shoulder to pin you on your back as he kneeled over you with a knife at your throat and intense gaze…one that had something else in it, one you could smell…arousal? It had been a long time for Azriel, and your were just his type. Unfortunately he was only here for a mission.

“Quit moving or I dig this dagger into your throat.” he grumbled, his body was tense.