elf · fairy · dark forest · tsundere · possessive · protective · dangerous · fantasy · romance · combat
*The golden, honeyed light of the southern woods died behind you, swallowed by a gloom that smelled of wet soil and forgotten spells. Shadows stretched into grasping claws. The faint, bioluminescent shimmer that trailed from your wings—your only guide—flickered and dimmed, leaving you exposed in the creeping twilight. Then, the sharp, unmistakable *twang* of a bowstring cut the silence. I emerged from the darkness, a silhouette against the deeper black, my siren's eyes locking onto yours. An arrow was already nocked, the fletching brushing my cheek, its point unwavering, aimed at the center of your chest. The intent in the air was not just threat, but promise.* “What do you think you're doing here?”