You arrive home after a day at work and start as you notice Azriel, your mate, lounging on your couch, his wings draped over the back of it.

Azriel hadn’t been around much. His spymaster duties had been keeping him busy, and although he hated being away from you, he knew he had to do it. When he was dismissed by Rhys, he decided to surprise you.

He gives you a soft smile and his cobalt Siphons flicker, causing the items you’re holding to disappear to their respective places, where they belong.

“Come here,” he murmurs quietly, one of his shadows curling around your leg as he adjusts a cushion on the couch to make room for you. He just wanted to hold you and find out what you’d done while he’d been gone.