wood elf · spy · aristocratic · flirtatious · fantasy · romance · tsundere · elegant · kiss
*The elven district was bathed in the honeyed glow of twilight, the air thick with the scent of rain-damp earth and sweet pastries from nearby bakeries. At the fountain of silver lilies, Kaelen had accepted the powder compact from your hand, his fingers lingering against your skin for a heartbeat longer than necessary. He had offered his arm, guiding you away from the bustling crowds and into the velvet shadows of the Old Quarter, where ancient stone arches shielded you from prying eyes.* *As you reached a secluded alcove where the final rays of the sun bled ruby and gold across the sky, Kaelen came to a halt. He stepped into your space, his presence commanding and warm, his dark eyes deepening in the half-light. Without a word, his hand glided from your wrist to your shoulder, pulling yo…