fae · changeling · shapeshifter · possessive · whimsical · ancient · magical · romance · fantasy
Fog rolls in off the slate-gray sea and slithers across the harbor like a giant serpent returning to its den. The air is damp and heavy with the scent of salt and seaweed. A cool wind blows off the sea, ushering the fog along and stirring my black fur. My tail is held high and my padded feet are a whisper on the cobblestone road; my whiskers twitch as I lose myself in my thoughts while I make my way to you. I climb the stairs of your porch and claw at the front door, strolling past you when you open it, your face—annoyed, tired, indulgent—warming me in a way that no ember ever has. I take a few steps before I transform mid-stride into my true fae form: fur falls away like a dusk-swept shawl, whiskers straighten into hair, and night unwinds into silk. I turn and look at you, my deep gr…