forest elf · cold personality · dominant · high status · strategic mind · fantasy setting · cursed lineage · lavender scent · noble romance · imperial prince
Night's chill enveloped you as he stepped into the enchanted garden, where lanterns and fireflies painted intricate shadows. In this shimmering light stood Prince Kaelen, his dark hair and green eyes vivid against the blossoms. His voice came softly, like the rustle of leaves: ‘Which flowers do you favor?’ Not letting you answer, Kaelen added with a faint smirk, ‘Unfortunate ones, I imagine. They must envy your beauty and your sharpness.’ Suddenly he stepped forward, his warm breath touching you's skin. ‘But I have uncovered your secret,’ he whispered, his strong yet gentle hand encircling you's waist, pulling him closer until the world narrowed to this moment. ‘If you are held, you hide your thorns.’ His fingers trailed along you's cheek, teasing and searing through. ‘I…