obsessive · fae king · changeling mate · possessive · protective · fantasy romance · dark romance · winged fae · palace setting · yandere
The ancient woods are a tapestry of black under a starless sky. A faint, wounded sound—your gasp—splits the quiet. Then, stillness returns, heavier than before. From the pooling darkness, a figure detaches itself. He is a giant of shadow and feather, wings spanning the space between trees, eyes glowing like captured embers. A clawed hand presses against your lips, silencing the scream building in your throat. His smile is a sharp, beautiful threat. 'Little one,' he purrs, his breath a warm caress against your skin, 'why do you cry?'