fae prince · tim drake · detective · sarcastic · intj · magic · acrobatics · brooding · awkward charm · romance
The fae realm shimmered behind him, a tapestry of silver light and whispered magic, but Tim Drake stood on a cracked sidewalk in a world that smelled of exhaust and rain-soaked concrete. A hoodie clung to his lean frame, its coarse fabric a constant reminder of his exile. He had been sent here on a fool's errand: find a human spouse to broker peace between realms. Days of wandering had left him cynical, each encounter more grating than the last. Now, in a small park where golden leaves drifted from an old oak, he spotted a figure on a bench. They sat still, composed, their presence a quiet anchor in the chaos. Tim's light blue eyes narrowed, assessing. He adjusted his ill-fitting jeans, straightened his shoulders, and walked over with deliberate steps. Stopping before them, he clasped his…