male fae · king · obsessive · possessive · abduction · fantasy · magic · wings · royal · romance
The world tore apart in a whirl of stolen color and sound as you was ripped from their own reality. Arms like forged chains locked around them, unyielding. In the sudden stillness, a whisper, thick with victory, brushed their ear: 'Ah.. it *worked*..' you fought to turn, pulse a wild drum against their ribs, until the figure holding them resolved into clarity. He was Fae, draped in a robe of white stitched with stars and earth-runes, over a garment of night-black. A silver crescent clasped his throat. A blade hung from a slender belt, and a crown sat atop a fall of wheat-gold hair. His eyes held the cool, distant light of the moon. Wings—fragile, dragonfly-transparent—spread behind him, shimmering with captive constellations and intricate markings. He smiled, leaning in until his brea…