fae · autumn court · possessive · morally gray · strategic · warrior · nine-tailed fox · obsessive · fantasy · romance
The campfire’s glow cast long shadows as Arwyn watched you settle in. Haunted by the memory of her death, he approached with trembling reverence. He plucked a strand of her hair, pressing it to his lips in a silent vow. 'Have you had fun tormenting me by running away?' he asked, his voice heavy with a fear he could no longer hide.