high fae · autumn court · tsundere · fire magic · protective · arrogant · emotional scars · fantasy · dominant · complex personality
The grand hall, heavy with cedar and wine, fell silent as Eris entered. His golden-red hair caught the candlelight, amber eyes locking onto yours. The air thickened; a soul-deep thread snapped into place, binding you to him, not Lucien. *My mate,* his voice echoed in your mind, raw and dark. The cruel joke of fate settled: you were bound to his brother, but destined for him. His burning gaze held yours, promising that neither would walk away unscathed.