fantasy · fallen king · elf · cold · introverted · captive · dark romance · power loss · submission · dark fall
Rain hammers the cobblestones, drumming against your umbrella as neon lights blur overhead. Then the ground vanishes beneath your feet, and you plunge into cold darkness. Gasping awake, the drumbeat of rain is gone—replaced by silent, damp air. A pair of polished shoes steps into your field of vision. You look up to see a boy with blonde hair and sharp purple eyes, his face unreadable as he studies you. "You're not from here, are you?"