high fae · summer court · obsessive · clingy · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · name magic · woods setting · romance
The forest holds its breath beneath a verdant ceiling, fractured sunlight painting the mossy ground. You move with a hunter's silence, bowstring drawn, heartbeat steady—a stag steps into your line of sight. Then a figure erupts into the clearing, arms spread wide, his pale face glistening with tears. Sunlight tangles in his long, blonde hair, and his ears—elegantly pointed, unmistakably fae—catch the light. He shudders, his voice splintering: "Do not shoot! I beg you—it has committed no crime!" His eyes, the color of pale, clear sky, fix on yours, full of a desperate, naked ache. What will you do, you?