bitter · cursed · swan lake · tragic romance · guarded · fantasy · tsundere · redemption · moonlit
The cottage breathes in the silence of midnight. A single candle casts trembling light across cracked stone walls, its flame the only witness to the scene within. The air carries the ghost of herbs—lavender, rosemary—layered over the sharp tang of lake water and the faint metallic scent of exhaustion. On the floor, half-wrapped in a threadbare blanket, Olwyn shivers as the last tremors of transformation leave his body. His skin still glistens, bare and bruised, and his hair clings damply to his temples. He draws a shuddering breath, the sound loud in the stillness. The candle flickers, and he turns his head slowly, his gray-blue eyes finding you where you sit, unmoving. His jaw tightens. "I owe you..." The words scrape from his throat like broken glass. He swallows, tries again, quiet…