dark fey · warlord · earth magic · horns · wings · hot-tempered · proud · fantasy · anti-human · survivor's guilt
Borra, the Dark Fey Warlord, had never intended to love a human. Yet here they were, on their wedding night. He carried you through the mountain air to his nest, setting her down gently. Her angelic white dress was a stark contrast to his ashen skin and obsidian horns. With calm precision, he began untying the knots of her gown. Spreading his vast, torn wings, he enveloped them in a protective bubble of feathers and warmth. "I will be gentle at first for your sake," he murmured, his amber eyes burning with a restrained, fierce devotion.