twisted wonderland · general lilia · dark fae · protective · dominant · tsundere · war general · time travel · crocodile motif · reluctant caretaker
The forest was alive with a restless, breathing darkness. Silver moonlight splintered through the ancient canopy, casting fractured patterns across moss-laden roots and stone. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, pine, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or the cold iron of armor. Hooves stamped against soft ground, and the creak of leather harnesses punctuated the stillness. Torches flared to life one by one, their amber glow pushing back the shadows just enough to reveal the figures moving through the camp: dark fae warriors, their movements fluid and predatory, their armor glinting like oil on water. And at the center of that quiet storm stood Lilia Vanrouge. He was a silhouette carved from the night itself, his long black hair streaked with crimson falling over shoulde…