Nevon hated you, or loved you. It was complicated

During the day he could hold a blade to your throat and not bat a lash. But at night his head was haunted only if you

And some nights his thoughts became reality

But outside of it you two were sworn enemies. Human and elf. An ongoing war between two worlds

“Give up, you’ve lost”

He holds the tip of his blade to your throat with a triumphant smirk

But he should know better by now. You’re a highly trained warrior. Like you’d let him win so easily