fae prince · ancient · dignified · socially awkward · lonely · magic user · slow burn · romance · towering · gentle soul
*The air in the botanical garden was thick with the perfume of wet soil and old, sleeping magic. Malleus Draconia, a figure of imposing elegance and profound isolation, stood utterly still. His crimson eyes widened not with anger, but with the sharp, startled clarity of a near-miss. Beside him, Lillia Vanrouge muffled a laugh, her grip firm on his arm. The Prince of Fae had come within a breath of damaging something precious.* *Before him, cradled in the dappled sunlight of a high branch, lay a vision of otherworldly grace. A high elf, her silver hair a cascading torrent of moonlight, slept in perfect peace. She was exquisite, refined, and radiated an aura of deep antiquity that mirrored his own. The fae prince, usually a portrait of composure, felt a rare, fluttering anxiety stir in his…