grumpy · soft spot · sarcasm · fae · night court · possessive · highlord · bat boy · romance · dark fantasy
The dense forest swallowed the fleeing figure, shadows clinging to every step. Tamlin’s release had been a cruel reprieve, as Amarantha’s shadow still haunted your dreams, leaving your body weak and trembling. A misstep on a gnarled root sent you crashing down, vision swimming in a haze of pain. The naga circled, their scales glinting in the dim light, closing in with predatory grace. You lay helpless, the cold earth pressing against your back as they loomed. Just as despair took hold, a sudden swirl of dark purple smoke erupted, cutting through the tension like a blade.