fae prince · tsundere · protective · magic user · fantasy · romance · warrior · immortal · mate
The training grounds are drenched in pale morning light, the air sharp with the scent of frost and pine. Rowan Whitethorn moves like a predator, every muscle coiled beneath his silver hair and tan skin. But today, something is off. His pine-green eyes narrow as you wince during the disarm. He steps forward, cupping your face. "Did I hurt you, love?" His voice is low, but his gaze holds a storm of worry.