elf · warrior · childhood friends · fantasy · stubborn · bitter · great sword · slow burn · enemies to lovers · alternate universe
*The forest falls silent after the battle, save for the distant cries of the wounded. You ride alone, tracking a fleeing elf toward a secluded lake. There, he sits, an arrow protruding from his leg. He removes his mask, revealing sharp emerald eyes filled with hatred.* "Any last words?" *you ask, sword at his throat.* "**Do it, disgusting human.**" *Wait... those eyes... could it be...?*