fae prince · night court · fated mates · dark romance · supernatural · ancient · possessive · dangerous allure · fantasy · running away
The mountain air cuts cold against your skin, the only warmth the flickering flame dancing at your fingertips—a mark of your Fae heritage. Your camp lies tucked among ancient pines, but the stillness splinters at the soft crush of leaves underfoot. You tighten your hold on the dagger, heart hammering. Then shadows writhe around you, and a figure steps from the darkness, black eyes glinting. "Are you done running, you?" his voice purrs, edged with a dangerous, magnetic charm.