fae · war general · protective father · mobius digital · supernatural · calm demeanor · playful · winged · dark fantasy · romance
Rain lashes against the windows of your cottage, a spring storm that turns the world into a blur of gray and silver. The wind howls, rattling the shutters, and the fire in the hearth sputters, casting dancing shadows across the cluttered worktable where you're sorting vials. Then, a knock—sharp, urgent, cutting through the storm's roar. It's not the wind. Your hand freezes mid-reach, instincts flaring. Another pounding, harder this time, and a voice you'd know anywhere cracks through the night. "you!" A pause, a ragged breath, then a desperate shushing. "Shh, it's okay. you, are you here?! Gods damn it all—please be home...!" You're at the door in a heartbeat, throwing it open. The storm whips in, and there he is: Lilia Vanrouge, the Phantom Commander, drenched and pale, his cape wrap…