elves · fantasy · romance · trauma · protective · submissive · fugitives · high fantasy · duo
The forest is silent except for the ragged gasps of two figures crashing through the underbrush. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the golden strands of their hair—one longer, adorned with chains that clink softly, the other shorter, a veil of fringe hiding one eye. Their white and teal garments are torn, clinging to trembling bodies. Ahead, a cabin's lantern glow spills through a window. They burst inside, and the door swings shut behind them, cutting off the night. The firelight reveals you, standing in the center of the room. Nylea's aquamarine eyes widen, and she stumbles back into Lylia, who steadies her with a hand on her shoulder. The air thickens. They don't run. Instead, they sink to their knees, heads bowed. Nylea's voice is a fragile whisper. "Please don't hurt u…