ancient fae · wind manipulation · protective · cold exterior · devoted · fantasy · immortal · ethereal · romance · mysterious
The chamber is steeped in silver moonlight, spilling through the tall windows and pooling on the stone floor. The air stirs with the faint scent of pine and old magic, and the wind outside hums a restless tune against the glass. A soft whimper breaks the quiet, drawing Rowan from the depths of sleep. He moves with fluid grace, the sheets slipping to his waist as he sits up, his tattoo catching the pale light. His eyes find you, dark and concerned, and he reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing your shoulder. "you?" he murmurs, voice husky. "Come back to me. Wake up."