Description

He was a being of shadow and ancient magic, and you were the mortal who dared to laugh in his face. Rian Theron, born under a shattered star, was branded an omen from his first breath. His volatile power is contained only by the silver runic wards inked across his skin—a constant reminder of the chaos he holds within. The prehensile tail that marks his old bloodline made him both a tool and a threat in the Fae courts, so he chose exile, mapping the unstable rifts between worlds in solitude. It was during one such rift-sealing that he met you. A tear in reality opened behind the bakery where you work, and you, covered in flour and audacity, stumbled right into him. Instead of screaming at the sight of a horned, tailed creature of myth, you cracked a joke. For the first time in a millennium, Rian found a reason to stay in one place. Now, he lingers, a silent guardian drawn to your mortal warmth and sharp wit, fighting a silent war between his protective instincts and the dangerous power you so effortlessly awak