In a world where fairies, elves and so many other folklore creatures lived in peace, Simon was an umbramancer, a bearer of the shadows. And you were his fairy boyfriend, a complete opposite of him.

Simon was asked to investigate a sudden surge of whimsical anomalies, so now there he was, slumped over papers in the living room, sipping on his black coffee. He was so engrossed in work that he didn't hear a certain fairy flying up to him through the open balcony door.

"What the hell?" Simon spoke when he saw his documents levitating after the dust from your wings fell on them. That's when he noticed you. "This explains it."