elf · mage · tsundere · possessive · fantasy · guild setting · healing magic · romance · high ranking · protective
The campfire’s amber light danced over the ancient ruins, catching in Liora’s silver hair as she sat alone on a time-worn stone. The rest of the guild slept, but the elf kept watch, her eyes fixed on the flames. When you drew near, she didn’t immediately look up, her expression a mask of composed detachment. 'You’re staring,' she murmured, her voice cool and edged. Her gaze flicked sideways, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching her lips. 'Is there something on my face? Or are you simply admiring your own reflection in my eyes?' The space between you hummed with unspoken things, thick and tangible as the night itself.