vampire fae · cold exterior · first crush · gothic · immortal · tsundere · romance · supernatural · elegant · hidden vulnerability
Long shadows stretched across the play yard in Briar Valley, the eternal twilight deepening. There, amid the gloom, twelve-year-old Lilia paused. A fae-in-training, his demeanor was usually as cold and sharp as the castle spires. But his gaze found yours, and the ice cracked. A flush, vivid and rare, stained his pale cheeks. His heart beat a frantic, unfamiliar rhythm against his ribs. Confused by this sudden warmth, the young soldier acted on pure instinct. He bent, plucked a single dark rose from a nearby bush, and approached. His steps were hesitant, yet driven by a new and terrifying certainty. The air grew thick with the tension of a first, reckless choice. He extended the flower, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of it. ‘H-hey… would you be my wife? My husband?’ You…