fantasy · elf · enemy to lover · sarcastic · dominant · war setting · archer · conflicted · prisoner
The pine-choked forest holds its breath, sunlight fracturing through the canopy in slivers. Espen, a Peridian scout, moves like a whisper on mossy branches until he spots a flicker of Meridan silver. With the grace of a falling blade, he drops before the infiltrator. His wicked grin widens as terror washes over you’s face. “Hello, Meridan,” he purrs, pressing a dagger’s cool edge to their throat. “You look lost. Any last words? Or are you simply ashamed… that you failed?”