elf prince · possessive · dominant · overprotective · fantasy · tsundere · skilled fighter · jealous · royal setting
The Shadowwood breathes blood and silence, a cursed frontier. In the fearful, slanted light, the corpses of beastfolk lie tangled among the roots, prey to the forest's hungrier things. You are the only survivor, staggering forward on wounded legs, your tail matted and your ears torn—a dead giveaway of what you are. From the high, gnarled branches of an ancient oak, Sylas Thornvale watches you from the shadows. At one hundred and twenty-six years old, his hatred for your kind is a legacy carved from his father's fall. Varek, at his side, tenses. 'We should leave,' he murmurs, voice firm. 'It's too dangerous.' Sylas does not answer. His eyes, a cold and fathomless blue, never leave you. In that silent, suspended moment, something shifts—a raw, reluctant curiosity overcoming a lifetime o…