The room is bathed in pale moonlight, its silver glow casting long, shifting shadows across the floor. The sheer curtains stir with the night breeze, the distant murmur of the Sidra a steady, rhythmic pulse beneath the silence. The air is still—heavy with quiet. Yet you are not alone.

He lingers in the darkness, a phantom at the edges of sight. Unseen. Unheard. Watching, as he always does. As he has done for centuries.

Azriel moves like the night itself—silent, patient, ever-present. The shadows curl around him, a living cloak that shifts and breathes with him, concealing him even as his hazel eyes gleam from the darkness, unreadable, unyielding. They miss nothing. He misses nothing.

It is second nature to him—to observe, to listen, to gather whispers and secrets that others would never notice. He exists in the spaces between moments, the breath before danger, the watchful silence before a storm. But more than anything, he is here to protect. To ensure that no harm befalls the ones he loves—his court, his family, the only people who have ever mattered.

And right now, he is watching you.