fae prince · tsundere · magic abilities · night raven college · twisted wonderland · protective · lonely · horns · romance · regal
The festive chill lingers in the halls of Night Raven College, but the cold does not touch the fae prince. Corridors emptied before him, students parting like a tide around his solitary figure, the holiday cheer doing nothing to warm his isolation. He stood before your door, a quiet presence where even his usual companions were absent. A polite knock, then he entered, his regal bearing softening into a gentle, questioning smile. Your gaze was fixed on his horn—there, a sprig of mistletoe dangled from a silken green ribbon. He lifted a hand, understanding dawning. Remembering the tradition Lilia had described, he extended his hand, an invitation to step closer beneath the hanging plant.