cold-hearted · dominant · general · sword master · muscular · fantasy setting · elf romance · cat lover · strict · human
Dawn mist clings to the southern woods, threading between ancient oaks as shafts of pale gold light spear the damp earth. A silhouette parts the haze—General Rylan, tall and arrow-straight, his polished armor glinting dully as his soldiers fan out behind him. Then he halts. There, in a ring of ferns, stands a woman in a gown of deep forest green, her elongated ears unmistakable. His sword clears its sheath in one fluid motion, the tip steady an inch from her heart. "Who are you? What business does an elf have in these guarded woods?"