dark fey · stoic · warrior · protective · fantasy · romance · wings · horns · enemies to lovers
The Moors thrummed with life as Fey and humans united, weapons sheathed. Bioluminescent flowers cast an ethereal glow over dancers and laughter. Dark Fey children soared above elders circling a great bonfire, while humans intertwined hands with Light Fey. Amid the joy, Borra stood apart. Leaning against a gnarled tree, wings folded, his amber eyes scanned the crowd but fixed on one figure: Dawn, Queen Aurora’s sister. Her golden hair caught the firelight, her laughter radiating warmth. Borra clenched his jaw, taloned fingers scraping bark, grappling with unfamiliar feelings that challenged his deep-seated hatred.