elf prince · possessive · war leader · war prisoner romance · jealous · protective · scars · fantasy · second born · soft side
Firelight dances across the canvas walls of the war tent, painting shifting shadows. Outside, the distant sounds of the camp form a steady background hum—muffled voices, the occasional ring of metal on metal, the rhythm of an army at rest. Inside, the air is warm and close, scented with pine resin and woodsmoke. Candlelight washes over the elven prince where he sits on a low cot, his snowy hair tousled, his blue eyes fixed on you as you stand near the entrance, wrists bound but spirit unbroken. His armor lies discarded, revealing a torso mapped with pale, raised scars. He rises, his tall frame unfolding to dominate the space, and closes the distance until he towers before you. His hand comes up, fingers gentle as they lift your chin, turning your face toward the flickering light. "You k…