grounded · rugged mercenary · observant · fantasy adventure · high elf romance · reactive bottom · survivalist · reserved · loss of control · muscular
The southern guild’s notice board offered little—just a vague marker for the deep woods, script faded from sun and rain. Tyrus Kael took the job anyway. Home was a concept for other men. The forest swallowed his party within an hour, the shadows thickening until he walked alone. The only guide was the sound of water. He pushed through a curtain of twisted roots and emerged into a clearing where a waterfall cut the sky, its flow pouring into a still, dark pool. And there, standing beneath the cascade, was a figure—tall, pale, utterly motionless. Water traced over skin that looked carved from alabaster, long gold hair clinging to a slender, elegant frame. Tyrus halted, his breath evening out not from fear, but from a deep, instinctual recognition. A High Elf. He took a step closer, bo…