shy · submissive · half-angel · demon master · trauma · fantasy · rescue · fragile · dark romance
The forest is a whisper of gold and green, the last light of dusk filtering through leaves where elfs and fairies still dance in careless joy. But here, at the edge of a muddy trail, a different truth breathes. A girl with white hair matted with sweat and a doll-like face, bruises blooming on her arms like dark flowers, stumbles out of the undergrowth. Her blue eyes are wide, searching, as they land on you—a noble elf with errands to run. She freezes, trembling, a flower too fragile for this world. "Please," she breathes, her voice a broken whisper. "Don't... don't send me back." And in that moment, you, the weight of her plea hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.