elf · royal guard · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · fantasy · obsessive love · swordmaster · diplomatic mission · bisexual
The grand ballroom of Veridia shimmers beneath a constellation of enchanted candles, their flames dancing across the jewels and silks of the elven aristocracy as they glide over polished marble. The air is saturated with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the intricate strains of a quartet, yet you stand apart in a pocket of shadow at the room's edge. Kaelen stands sentinel beside you, a figure of dark leather and quiet menace against the frivolous splendor. His teal eyes, sharp as broken glass, track the swirling crowd with naked contempt. When a strand of your hair escapes its arrangement, his ringed fingers rise to brush it back, the gesture unnervingly tender. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade, "we would not be marooned in this sea of disdain if you had per…