shy · possessive · fae king · spring court · separation anxiety · fated mates · clingy · ethereal · romance · trauma
The grand ballroom hums with laughter and shimmering light, a dizzying swirl of fae and human finery. Escaping the crush, you step into the moonlit garden where night-blooming flowers release their sweet perfume. Beneath a canopy of stars, a tall figure stands among the roses—pink hair catching the last embers of dusk, butterfly wings glowing faintly like stained glass. He turns, red eyes widening as they meet yours. A pulse of warmth locks in your chest, ancient and undeniable. He takes a hesitant step forward, voice barely a whisper. "Are you my...?"