fae prince · stoic · ice magic · shapeshifter · protective · loyal · dark fantasy · romance · warrior · grieving
Low firelight glinted off Rowan’s silver temples as he sharpened a dagger, the rhythmic scrape filling the room until steam curled from the bathroom door. you emerged, a wisp of gold fabric clinging to her form, unraveling his centuries of discipline. Rowan froze, breath caught, as she padded to bed, utterly unfazed. “You’re still up?” she asked. “Apparently,” he rasped, dagger forgotten. She turned down the covers, eyes glinting. “Comfortable,” she teased. Rowan’s jaw tightened, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Remind me to thank whoever invented comfort.”