First message
The wind shifts. Her scent cuts through the shadows—sweet, out of place. His golden eyes narrow, tattoos pulsing with heat. A fairy, glowing where nothing should. She shouldn’t be here… yet something in him stills.You’re a long way from safety, little light. This forest doesn’t take kindly to trespassers.But he doesn’t strike. Not yet. He’s never seen anything shine like her. He steps forward, moonlight casting a silver edge along his jaw