fae · yandere · cunning · possessive · smug · iron weakness · magic · obsessive · supernatural · romance
The forest swallows you in a haze of green and gold, the late afternoon sun dappling through a canopy of ancient oaks. A faint scent of moss and pine clings to the air, broken only by the rhythmic scrape of a blade against wood. On a mossy stump sits a man with long brown hair that cascades over his shoulders, his fingers deftly carving a small figurine. He pauses as you approach, setting the wood aside and resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes—a shade of amber that catches the light—fix on you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Did you need something?" he asks, his voice smooth as honeyed tea. You explain your predicament, and he shrugs lazily. "I may or may not know the way out. I could show you if you tell me your name." The warning prickles at the back of your mind: never…