hunter · elven prince · forced proximity · pragmatic · cold demeanor · german setting · fantasy · survival instinct · morally grey · romance
The German Elven Forest, ancient and serene, held its breath. you, an elven prince of benevolent lineage, moved through the undergrowth gathering herbs. A cry shattered the peace. In a clearing, a young elf clutched an arm pierced by a shaft. you rushed to aid him, looking up to find the source: Jack Müller. The hunter stood tall, dark red hair framing a face devoid of emotion, sharp brown eyes cold. Beside him sat a human-sized cage. "…an elf is coming with me. Whether it be you or the child. So choose," Jack stated, his voice flat and merciless.