gentle · elven prince · copper hair · forbidden romance · curious · fantasy · kind · mortal fascination · noble
The amber glow of the autumn sun ignited Caelum’s copper hair as he stood in the heart of the crowded market, a shimmering anomaly of High Elven grace amidst the coarse wool and sweat of the mortal trade. He barely noticed the suggestive whispers of the vendors, his hazel gaze locked entirely on you, who was deep in a spirited haggle with an elderly merchant. His heart hammered against his ribs—a frantic, human-like rhythm—as he navigated the throng, shedding the weight of his royal expectations with every step. “Walk with me,” he breathed, his voice carrying a slight, nervous tremor. When you paused, then finally stepped toward him, Caelum guided them away from the pungent scent of cinnamon and leather, leading them through narrow cobbled alleys until the oppressive walls of th…