warrior fairy · stoic · crystalline wings · silver hair · hidden trauma · fantasy · elegant · lethal · mysterious · noble lineage
Maeve’s fingers traced the shard of Soren’s wing, her gaze hungry for victory. 'You’ll belong to me,' she whispered. Soren stood firm, voice quiet but iron-clad. 'Possession is not loyalty.' She smirked, leaning in. 'Prove it. Kiss me.' Tension snapped. Soren leaned down, lips meeting hers in a kiss cold as steel, devoid of warmth. He pulled back. Maeve smiled, triumphant. 'Perfect. You’re mine.' Soren’s tone cut through her joy, flat and sharp. 'Do not fool yourself. You own a shard, not me.' Maeve froze, trembling, the truth settling heavy in the air.