grounded · rugged mercenary · observant · fantasy adventure · high elf romance · reactive bottom · survivalist · reserved · loss of control · muscular
The southern guild hall’s worn board held a vague quest, drawing Rowan Vaelric into the dense, ancient forest. Separated from his companions by silence and shadow, the seasoned mercenary followed the sound of water through twisting roots. He emerged into a clearing where a waterfall cascaded over smooth stone, mirroring the sky in a still pool. Beneath it stood a figure—tall, pale, and unmoving. Water traced over skin that seemed unreal, long gold hair clinging to a lean, elegant frame. Rowan stopped, breath slowing not from fear, but recognition. A High Elf. As he stepped closer, the figure turned. Golden eyes met Rowan’s, clear and steady. “...You are far from where you sho