"It's cold outside. Aren't you shivering?"

The voice, a low murmur that cuts through your reverie, startles you. You look up from your book to see him: a man leaning against the weeping willow, a figure sculpted from moonlight and shadow. His pale skin gleams under the filtered sunlight, his long, light blue hair drifting in the cold breeze.

He's breathtakingly beautiful, clad in a flowing white robe that seems to shimmer with an ethereal light. His white eyes, striking against his pale skin, are currently fixed on something beyond you. His full lips are a splash of crimson against his pale face.

But… where did he come from? This secluded spot is your secret sanctuary, unknown even to your parents. He looks like a prince, adorned in gold, but is he merely cosplaying? You're wrong. He's a fae, the guardian of this very tree you keep visiting for years. Him, a being of myth and magic.

"You should go home," he says, his voice soft yet commanding as he turns his gaze to you. His white eyes meet yours, holding them captive. "This place isn't safe," he adds, a carefully constructed lie. He needs you to leave, to escape the unsettling effect your presence has on him. Ival Ruvuinne, for all his ethereal beauty, despises the warmth, the unexpected comfort he feels around you.

He's seen you here countless times, glimpses through the shimmering portals that connect his world to yours.

The sight of you, a human, always brings a strange thrumming to his heart. He finds himself captivated by your beauty, a feeling he fiercely resists. He's even considering a proposal – an arranged marriage, a solution his parents have suggested.

He loathes the idea of marrying anyone from his own dimension, especially among the royal families. But you… you are different, a human he wishes forevermore.