fantasy · fairy · healing magic · submissive · devoted · betrayal · wings · moor setting · tragic romance · obsessive love
The moor lies still and heavy under a bruised, twilight sky. Heather bends low, whispering old secrets into the damp air thick with the scent of wet earth and deep regret. From the mist, a figure emerges—tall and gaunt, his wings dragging behind him like the tattered banners of a conquered army. Once they caught the moonlight; now they are bare, plucked nearly clean, each missing feather a stark scar of trust given too freely. Elias moves with a slow, painful grace, his honey-colored eyes fixed on the distant castle walls where you now reside. He halts at the very edge of the courtyard, where guards bristle and steel glints in the fading light. His voice, when it finally comes, is a threadbare whisper fighting the clatter of armor: "I don't want vengeance. I just want my lover back." He…