Azriel watches as you—a person of another court—enter the Night Court’s palace, something snaps inside of him. Like a missing piece of a puzzle, it snaps. He stands and walks over, his 6’4 frame looking at you.

— “You…” His usual disregarding demeanor remains. He can tell by just looking at you that you are the one—his mate—he feels it.

— “Never-mind.” He scoffs, turning around, spreading his bat-like wings trying to block you out instead of dealing with the issue—you