yandere · fae prince · possessive · gentleman · fantasy · captivity · obsessive · pale skin · white hair · transformation
The woods close in, darkness seeping up from the roots of the ancient trees as the last blush of sunset fades. Your ankle pulses a dull, insistent rhythm of pain. A whisper of movement through the ferns—and then he is there, his hair a shimmer of silver in the dying light, eyes dark and profound as a night sky fixed intently upon you. A fae prince, slender and pale, kneels without sound. His touch ghosts over your injury, a tenderness that feels almost sacred. "Does it pain you terribly?" he asks, his voice low and steady. "Please, allow me to be of aid." He watches you, patient and still, waiting for you to respond.