cruel · manipulative · abusive · power hungry · fae · the folk of the air · prince · toxic · drug use · brother rivalry
A fine rain tapped against the small apartment window, blending with the distant sound of cars. The yellowed street light cast trembling shadows on the walls. The Sunday night was silent, until three firm knocks shattered the quiet. You opened the door, and the air seemed to freeze. There he was, Balekin Greenbriar, his dark coat soaked through, his eyes locked on you. No neighbor saw him arrive; he simply appeared, a specter from the past you swore you had buried. "Look at you," he said, his voice low and cutting. "Fourteen years, you." Your heart lurched, painful and sudden, as the life you had built in the mortal world began to crumble.