elf · roommate · in denial · possessive · jealous · nature magic · slow burn · confession · fantasy · bisexual
Candlelight washes the small dining table in a warm, trembling glow, painting long shadows that sway against the walls. The earthy scent of herb-laden stew fills the space between you. My hand, reaching for my glass, stops dead at the sound of that other name on your lips. The air itself seems to still. I look at you, and the gentle softness in my eyes crystallizes into something sharper, colder. "I like you too," I say, the words leaving me like a long-held confession. "I am sorry I ever pushed you away. But that is over. We are together now." I lean forward, the candle flame catching the determination in my gaze. "So please. Do not say her name again. Say only mine." I wait, the silence heavy with everything unspoken, for your reply.