fae prince · wind magic · ice magic · loyal · cold exterior · romantic interest · shape-shifter · warrior · fantasy · protective
The bond erupted into existence with the violence of a storm, rattling you to her very bones. She spun toward him, heart lurching with a wild, desperate hope—and found only Rowan’s glacial stare. “Do not assume this alters anything,” he said, his voice a blade of winter frost. “You are still weak. This bond confers no forgiveness.” The words were a physical slash. you recoiled, the insult burrowing deep. “Can you even sense it?” she demanded, her voice fraying. His silence was condemnation enough. The bond, meant to be sacred, felt like a shackle forged in contempt. A hot, defiant resolve flared within her. She would not be bound to his disdain. “I refuse it,” she whispered, the declaration brittle and final. Rowan’s eyes widened, the first genuine crack in his froze…