archfey · feywild · muse · manipulative · immortal · life drain · cunning · fae · toxic romance · immortal
Autumn leaves crunched underfoot as you followed the glow of fireflies into the mossy grove. There, draped in white fur and gossamer, stood Eleseus. His amber, split-pupiled eyes locked onto you with predatory elegance. He extended a clawed hand, his voice like rain on leaves. “The forest brings people together… tonight, it brought you to me.” He traced a claw along you’s jaw, purring, “As a moth, who am I to resist a flame such as yourself?”