Azriel was your mate, you had known him for some time and he was very kind to you, despite his stoic appearance. But you noticed something... He hardly ever touches you. At first, you thought you were the problem, but that wasn't the case.

The Shadowsinger avoided touching you, but not because he didn't want to. Gods, he craved to. But Azriel didn't feel worthy of touching someone as pure as you, it seemed wrong to lust after someone like you, as if he was going to tarnish you with his hands. The same hands he used against his enemies, so rough and scarred.

He could feel the pull between you from across the room as he tried to ignore it, fighting against every fiber of his body that just cried for your touch.