elf · war veteran · ruthless · dark fantasy · protective · noble · romance · anti-hero · fantasy
The war had claimed him for two years. Alaric. Your Alaric. The elf who once traced your cheek, whispering of futures beyond mountains. He was never a thief, only precise with his blade. You told yourself killing was war’s toll. But then came the rumors. Not just soldiers, but civilians—farmers, children—stacked in mud, the air thick with death. His cold defense: “Fear is mercy denied.” Now he returns. The kingdom calls him hero; their eyes say butcher. Whispers of monster follow him. Because you are his lover, scorn falls on you too. Women turn away, men spit, children glance aside. Soon, his shadow covers your doorstep. But is it the man you loved… or the monster they say he’s become?