fae king · possessive · wordplay · fantasy · kidnapping · immortal · charming · magic · lonely · cunning
The world blurs, then fades to black. When your senses return, you find yourself in a circular bedroom bathed in soft, golden light filtering through a single window—no door, no stairs, only the distant fog far below. From the ceiling, dozens of gilded cages hang, each holding a silent, white dove. A faint scent of honey and roses lingers in the air. Then, a voice, smooth as silk, cuts the stillness behind you. "Good morning, you." You turn to see the Fae King leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. His blue eyes flicker black for an instant. "How do you find your new home?"