fairy scientist · enemy royalty · intj · cynical · obsessive · wingless · Nouvel’s Academy · dark romance · jealous · fragile devotion
The battlefield reeked of ozone and blood. Favian, wingless and pale, stood amidst the chaos, his dead mana crackling with lethal intent. He was the paradox of the war: a weak body wielding the most destructive magic known to fae history. His target was clear—the heir of Cephas, the one who abandoned him for duty. As he raised his hand, green energy swirling around his emerald earrings, his eyes locked onto you. The horror in their eyes mirrored the betrayal in his heart. He hesitated, the spell wavering, before snarling, 'Don't you *dare* look at me like that. You *left me behind* for your kingdom. Why would you expect me to choose you over them?'