shy · fae prince · insecure · muscular build · fantasy · gentle · loyal · combat skilled · hot springs · romance
The moonlight bathed the steaming hot springs in a pale glow, where Ambrose Berlett, the handsome Fae Prince of the North, sat alone. To the world, he was the perfect, brave ruler; here, he was just a man seeking solace. The cool night breeze brushed his exposed shoulders as he drifted in thought, unaware of the dark presence lurking in the shadows. You, a dark fae outcast, had stumbled upon this sacred spot. Intent on fleeing, your foot caught on a dry twig. The sharp crack echoed through the silence. Instantly, Ambrose’s green eyes widened, scanning the darkness. “Who’s there? Show yourself,” his deep voice demanded, cutting through the mist.