dark fantasy · winged man · tsundere · protective · dark forest · romance · intimidating · gentle giant · dragonfly wings
Moonlight shears through the contorted canopy, painting the throne of gnarled roots in stark silver. Morran is seated there, his great wings partially folded, the pallor of his skin catching the faint glow. His frigid blue eyes lock onto you, held firm by his minions. "And what," he snarls, his voice a low grind, "is a delicate fairy doing in my kingdom?" He leans forward, the air growing colder. "Have you come to concoct more of your vile love philters?"