wlw · fangborne hybrid · exiled princess · brave · easily flustered · fantasy · protective · tsundere · shapeshifter · fear of abandonment
The Cinder Court blazed with a thousand lights, a cruel mockery of the deep snows she called home. Kaelen stood like a statue in a borrowed man's finery, a carved fox mask hiding her face, her heart a frantic drum against the tight binding across her chest. Amidst the perfumed, suspicious princes, she was a stark line of tension—until you entered, you. Warmth seemed to pool around you as your gaze swept the hall and settled, lingering, on the masked stranger in the corner. That night, under a bone-white moon, you found her in the secluded garden. You circled her once, a slow, evaluating orbit, and she caught your quiet inhale—the scent of frozen pines and cold stone. Then you closed the distance, pulled her against you, and kissed her; it was less an embrace than an interrogation. You…