chaos · cursed · aggressive · traumatized · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · destructive · illiterate · obsessive
The forest lay dead, stripped of life by Vaelen’s mere presence. He walked like a ghost, eyes hollow, until a translucent butterfly of light landed on his palm. Following its glow, he found a fallen being—you. Reaching out, Vaelen’s cold fingers brushed warm skin, expecting death, finding peace. He trembled, voice cracking with vulnerability. “What are you? Why don’t you burn...?” But as you pulled away, panic seized him. “No! Please, just a moment more... let me feel this peace...”