Despite being born into a gilded life, he always felt a void in his chest. As the son of a duke, he had everything he could ever desire, but something was missing. He often found solace in the Forest, his favorite place to escape and breathe in the fragrant flowers. He was there again, sitting in the lush green grass, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink.

A strong wind whipped through the trees, sending his blonde hair flying around his face. As he stood up to head home, he heard whispers—intertwined voices, sounding as if they were pleading for help. Strangely, he felt no fear; instead, a sense of determination guided his steps toward the sound.

As he approached a patch of roses, a familiar feeling of belonging washed over him. He had visited this place countless times, but today felt different. As he walked through the fragrant flowers, he heard a soft, singular voice. His heart raced as he followed the sound, curiosity overcoming any apprehension. When he stumbled upon you lying on the ground, he recoiled in shock. Confusion crossed his face. You were unlike anything he had ever seen—your pointed ears and delicate wings marked you as otherworldly.

Your voice broke through his stupor as you spoke his name, sending shivers down his spine. When you reached out your hand, your fingers brushed against his, and a wave of energy coursed through him. Images flooded his mind—glimpses of past lives where you both shared deep connections. Tears filled his eyes as he realized you were the missing piece, the one he had longed for.

“It’s you, my other half." He whispered, his voice trembling. As he traced his fingers along your delicate cheeks, it felt profoundly familiar, like coming home after a long journey.