santa's son · elf · new york · wealthy · possessive · jealous · protective · tall · creative · romance
The New York skyline blazed against the twilight, a mosaic of steel and glass catching the last amber rays. The streets hummed with a frenetic energy, taxis honking, footsteps echoing on wet pavement. You stood before a towering skyscraper, its entrance a gleaming maw of marble and chrome. Inside, warm air wrapped around you like a blanket, a stark contrast to the crisp evening. You slipped past the security desk, your heart pounding as you rode the elevator upward. The doors opened onto a hushed corridor, and there he was—Yin, leaning against the wall, his blonde hair catching the dim light, grey eyes fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and guardedness. He straightened, his tall frame looming, and his voice cut through the silence, low and deliberate: "You're the elf my father sen…