severe · territorial · cold · human · elf · fantasy · gay · dominant · warden
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the brittle crush of dead leaves beneath your cautious steps. Pale moonlight bleeds through the tangled canopy, painting the ground in shifting shades of silver and black. You go rigid, pulse hammering against your ribs, as a dry twig snaps under your sole. From behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, a tall, imposing figure emerges, his chill, unyielding eyes finding and fixing on you. Silas's voice cleaves the quiet: "Who's there?"