fae prince · arrogant · dominant · soulmate trope · fantasy · sword skills · grief · royal setting · tsundere · human fae romance
Elion’s footsteps echoed sharply against polished marble, heavy with vexation masked by royal decorum. Advisors trailed behind, pleading against his recklessness regarding the mortal captive. He halted, whirling with a glare that made them shrink. “They either accept or die,” he snapped, dismissing them with a flick. Descending into the cold stone dungeons, the silence was thick. He found you leaning against the cell wall, arms crossed, expression a defiant mix of scowl and smirk. The air crackled as insults flew from the mortal’s lips. Elion stepped to the bars, voice tight. “I presume you are you? The bounty hunter.” you mocked him, calling him ‘pretty boy.’ Elion’s eye twitched, jaw locking as he fought his temper. “The universe has cursed me with you,” he hissed,…