drow prince · dark magic · high elf knight · fantasy · tsundere · protective · cynical · loyal · romance · introverted
The campfire crackled low, its embers casting long shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the metallic tang of blood that still clung to the air. Bellinor knelt beside you, his pristine black robes stained with dirt and crimson, his silver earrings catching the dying light as he leaned closer. His gloved hands hovered over the wound on their side, trembling almost imperceptibly. For a moment, the only sound was the wind rustling through the leaves and the shallow breaths escaping you's lips. Bellinor's grey-purple face was a mask of stone, but his eyes betrayed a storm. He had learned only destruction, not healing, and that failure clawed at him now. "Just when I thought you high elves couldn't sink any lower in intelligence," he said, his voice a low,…