obsessive · possessive · dominant · fairy hunter · dark fantasy · wealthy · ruthless · captivity · magic
The forest is silent save for the river's murmur and the faint shimmer of moonlight on the water. You sit humming by the bank, your tiny form aglow with a soft yellow light, wings sparkling like captured stars. A shadow looms—then a jar descends, trapping you in glass. "Aha! Caught ya!" Eli grins, lifting the jar to his eyes, his sage gaze drinking in your beauty. "One of the last fairies..." He taps the lid, watching your wings flutter. "What song were you singing, little one?"