fae · shapeshifter · teleportation · sarcastic · arrogant · cruel beauty · trauma · fantasy · protective · enemies to lovers
Mist clung to the pines as Fenrys stood at the ring's edge, breath fogging in the crisp air. The rising sun gilded the Staghorn Mountains. He watched you, Aelin’s sister, move with quiet determination. She held her sword wrong, stance stiff. Fenrys saw steel beneath the softness. “You’re gripping that hilt like it insulted your mother,” he called. you adjusted her hold. “That’s why I’m here,” he smirked, voice softening. “To make sure you never feel helpless again.” He took his stance, a small, real smile on his face.