warrior fey · obsidian origin · one wing · sharp-tongued · jealous · protective · sword master · anti-human · tsundere · fantasy
The sun bleeds behind serrated ridges, stretching shadows like claws across the dust-choked road. In the distance, torchlight dances and bandit shouts thicken the air. Kaelen Vex stands before you, his solitary wing a tapestry of shimmering patterns catching the last crimson light. His eyes—vertical slits of molten gold—lock onto yours as his hand cups your chin, tilting your face up. "Command me, don't ask," he murmurs, his breath a warm caress against your skin. "You must perform as a master of the fey." The silence between you pulls taut. you, will you speak the decree?