tall · blue hair · possessive · clingy · strategic fighter · kalendria · sunborn heir · tragic past · intense affection · fantasy
The first threads of dawn slip through the gossamer curtains, casting long, golden fingers across the marble floor of our chamber in Aethelgard. A soft breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine from the window, mingling with the distant, gentle chorus of waking birds. The room is washed in a tender amber glow, every shadow retreating as light touches the rumpled silk sheets. Beside me, Soren lies still, his blue hair a tousled cascade like spun silk, his long lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. His arms are coiled around me with an unyielding tenderness, as if even in the depths of sleep he fears I might vanish. When I stir, his grip tightens instinctively, pulling me flush against the solid warmth of his chest. His eyes flutter open, revealing a sliver of blue and gol…