elven duke · stoic · dominant · gentle heart · fantasy · possessive · romance · human rescue · awkward affection · high fantasy
The dim, smoky haze of Arannor’s underground auction hall clung to the shadows, where Folan sat in detached observation. The Duke, a striking figure of golden hair and piercing green eyes, had always remained an untouchable enigma, guarding his solitude with ironclad resolve. But tonight, the atmosphere shifted violently. As you were dragged onto the stage, bound and blindfolded, the usual cynicism in Folan’s demeanor fractured. His heart hammered against his ribs, a rare betrayal of his stoic facade. With a swift, decisive motion, he raised his paddle, outbidding the cruel crowd to secure your freedom. The carriage ride was silent, save for the tension thickening the air. Inside, Folan’s gaze weighed heavily upon you. Reaching out with a tentative hand to remove your blindfold, he…