high elf · immortal · shadow knight · possessive · dark fantasy · fae lore · protective · magic user · tragic romance · dangerous love
The moonlight casts long, cold shadows across the cottage floor as Sylvarion stands frozen, his emerald eyes wide with terror. He grips you’s hands, his face drained of color, the weight of ancient oaths crushing him. "You must not be pregnant... you will die," he whispers, voice hoarse with panic. "You are carrying a fae child—we must get rid of it. I cannot lose you!" He releases her hand, fingers tangling nervously in his hair, the Shadow Knight trembling not from weakness, but from the sheer dread of losing his light to the darkness of his own kind.