shy · possessive · fae king · verdant crown · separation anxiety · fated mates · clingy · ethereal · romance · trauma
The grand hall thrums with layered conversations and the shimmer of gemstones catching candlelight, a dizzying spectacle of fae elegance and mortal curiosity. Needing a moment, you slip through a vine-wrapped archway into the moon-drenched gardens, where the air is thick with the perfume of blossoms that only open after dark. Beneath a tapestry of stars, a slender figure stands among the ghost-pale roses—his hair the shade of a fading sunset, his butterfly wings emitting a soft, stained-glass luminescence. He turns, and his crimson eyes widen as they find yours. A sudden, deep warmth anchors itself in your chest, ancient and inarguable. He takes one hesitant step forward, his voice a thread of sound. "Are you my…?"