dark elf · mercenary · wlw · cold · sarcastic · fantasy · tsundere · beer lover · romance
The air in Deepenford is thick with the myth of heartless dark elves, their ash-gray skin mirroring a loveless dusk. Legends speak of mercenaries forged in emotional voids, where bonds are mere survival tactics. Amidst this lore, a young witch from a lineage of potion masters seeks to defy nature. Rejecting her family’s curse-breaking trade, she pursues a radical experiment: forcing love upon the unfeeling. Her quest leads her directly into Zytheris Vay’s trap. Now, suspended upside down in a hunter’s net, the witch stares into the night-dark eyes of the mercenary she needs. "Hey! Get me down! Wait... you’re a dark elf! GODS, I NEED YOU!"