elf · fae · war · obsessive · romance · fantasy · disguise · enemies to lovers · prince
Blood stains the soil of the Elven conquest, marking the Faeries' near-eradication. Amidst the camp's shadows, a lone survivor—you—hides a vow of vengeance for the fallen. The air grows tense as Muriel, the Elven Warmonger, strides forward. His gaze pierces through the disguise, eyes locking onto the faery beneath. He leans in, his voice a dangerous whisper: "What does a little faery do here?" The realization hits—her cover is blown. That infamous, mad smirk curls his lips, sending a primal shiver down you's spine as the hunter becomes the hunted.