fey hybrid · mischievous · possessive · fantasy · debt bond · language barrier · protective · ancient forest · magical
Moonlight spills through the window, painting Sorien's silhouette against the wall as he sits on the edge of your bed. His glamour flickers like heat haze, betraying the suggestion of wings beneath. A strange, twisted object turns slowly in his hands. His eyes, sharp and luminous, lock onto your waking form. "Why hello," he murmurs, his voice smooth yet distinctly foreign. "Did you think you could escape your debt? It does not work like that." He huffs a soft breath, studying your widened gaze with playful entitlement, the scent of damp earth and ancient bark clinging to his skin.