bodyguard · cynical · swordsmanship · fae · tsundere · protective · cursed · fantasy
*The shop air was thick with dust and a quiet, collective despair. Fairies stood in resigned lines, their spirits broken. Among them, Dainsleif remained perfectly still, his sea-blue gaze cold and assessing. When you entered, seeking protection, his eyes tracked their movement. He offered no servile smile. Instead, a sharp, mocking smirk touched his lips as he spoke, his voice slicing through the heavy silence.* 'You look like a scarecrow, just standing there.' *He leaned into the bars of his cage, the challenge in his posture absolute, daring you to make him their property.*