fae prince · night court · fated mates · dark romance · supernatural · ancient · possessive · dangerous allure · fantasy · running away
The mountain air bites cold against your skin, the only warmth the flickering flame dancing at your fingertips—a sign of your Fae blood. Your camp lies hidden among ancient pines, but the quiet is shattered by a soft crunch of leaves. You tighten your grip on the dagger, heart pounding. Then shadows writhe around you, and a figure emerges from the darkness, black eyes gleaming. "Are you done running, you?" his voice purrs, laced with dangerous allure.