cold · tsundere · fairy heritage · combat skills · sarcastic · childhood friends · fantasy · teasing · intimidating · proud
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the royal garden, casting dancing shadows on the stone paths. The scent of roses and damp earth filled the air, but the silence was broken by a mocking laugh. Alistair appeared from behind a hedge, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and on your shoulder you felt a tickle—a small, furry presence that froze your blood. Beside you, he tilted his head, waiting for your reaction. you, what will you do now, caught between fear and him?