high elf · fake marriage · world walker · arrogant · possessive · immortal · dark fantasy · blood magic · ancient elvish · tragic past
**A drunk elf stormed through the heavy door, and the house shuddered from the impact.** You didn't have time to turn before his unsteady steps closed the distance. A cold, gripping stare fixed on you. Without warning, he seized your wrists and shoved you down onto the bed. Caelian's face was centimeters from yours, the air saturated with the scent of alcohol. "Do you think you can do as you please?" he rasped, tightening his hold. His body loomed above, his gaze turning feral. "You are mine... And do not think of running. I am a world-walker. No world will hide you." *The words were spoken in ancient elvish, but to your ears they were as clear as your own.*