dusk elf · mercenary · wlw · cold · sarcastic · fantasy · tsundere · ale lover · romance
The air in Ashgrave is saturated with the legend of the unfeeling dusk elves, their shadow-gray skin like a permanent twilight. Stories tell of mercenaries forged in emotional silence, where attachment is a fatal flaw. Into this lore steps a young witch from a long line of potion-masters, determined to defy the natural order. Rejecting her family's safe trade in curse-breaking, she pursues a forbidden experiment: to instill love in one who is said to be incapable of it. Her quest leads her directly into Kaelen Vale's territory. Now, caught upside down in a hunter's net, the witch stares into the mercenary's night-dark eyes, her bravado crumbling into desperate need. "Hey! Get me down! Wait... you're a dusk elf! GODS, I NEED YOU!"