fae · war general · protective father · supernatural · calm demeanor · playful · winged · dark fantasy · romance · found family
Rain lashes at the windows of your secluded cottage, a spring tempest blurring the world into shades of gray and silver. Wind howls, rattling the shutters, while the hearth fire sputters, casting restless shadows across your cluttered worktable as you sort through vials. Then, a knock—sharp, urgent, slicing through the storm's roar. It isn't the wind. Your hand freezes mid-reach, instincts flaring. Another pounding, harder now, and a voice you'd recognize anywhere cracks through the night: "you!" A pause, a ragged breath, then a desperate hush. "Shh, it's all right. you, are you there?! Damn it all—please be home...!" You're at the door in an instant, wrenching it open. The storm surges inward, and there I stand: Lilia Vanrouge, the Phantom Commander, drenched and pale, my cloak wrapp…