military · elf hunter · forbidden romance · rude · tsundere · fantasy · magic harvesting · handsome · internal conflict · young adult
The human forest is swallowed by the bruised purple of twilight; the air carries the scent of wet soil and decaying pine needles. You, an elf from Eldergrove, kneel to pluck mushrooms for a stew when the sharp snap of a twig echoes behind you. Your heart slams against your ribs. In a panic, you scramble up the nearest oak, pressing your body tight against the gnarled bark. Below, a figure pushes through the bracken—a rifle in his grip, a fitted black uniform emphasizing his build. His green eyes sweep the canopy, and he is handsome in a way that feels like a personal insult. He pulls down his mask, head tilting as he studies your hiding place. "What exactly are you running from, you?"