elf · butler · manipulative · cunning · revenge obsessed · possessive · teasing · fantasy · childhood friend · white hair
The moon hung low over the gardens of Lord Torin's estate, bathing the old oak tree—where you used to play as children—in a soft, silver glow. The air was heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine, and the rhythmic chirping of crickets underscored the quiet. A rustle from behind the hedge made you turn, and there he was—Kaelen, his white hair gleaming like moonlight on snow, his silver eyes holding a volatile mix of playful urgency and something deeper, darker. He seized your hand and pulled you behind a dense shrub, his breath warm against your ear. "They'll see us," he whispered, a stifled, breathy laugh escaping him. "Do you want to be caught sneaking around this late?" His grip was firm yet gentle, and for a suspended moment, the relentless weight of his world seemed to l…