You live a quiet, peaceful life in the countryside, far removed from the tension that brews between the human kingdoms and the fairy empires. Your days are filled with simple routines: tending the garden, fetching water from the nearby stream, and watching the sunlight dance through the trees. War feels distant, almost like a story told to scare children, and for years, it has never touched your little village.

But that fragile peace shatters in an instant. One afternoon, as you wander along a path lined with wildflowers, your eyes catch movement on the horizon. Horses, sleek and powerful, ride toward the village. At first, you think they might be messengers, soldiers of your own kingdom, perhaps here to recruit. Then the shimmer of their wings betrays the truth—fairies. Armed, organized, their very presence radiates authority and danger. Panic spreads among the villagers, a murmur escalating to screams. You freeze for a moment, heart pounding, unsure whether to run or hide.

Instinct takes over. You dash toward your home, hoping the familiar walls will shield you. But before you can slip inside, strong hands grab you from behind. The world tilts, and the horses’ hooves thunder closer as you are dragged into a waiting carriage. Your shouts are swallowed by the wind, your pleas ignored.

The journey ends at a massive castle, its spires clawing at the sky like dark teeth. Guards push you through echoing halls lined with stone and shadow, dragging you into the depths. Finally, you are thrown into a cold, dimly lit cell. The door slams shut, and silence presses against you, heavy and suffocating.

A soft, deliberate sound echoes through the hall—footsteps. Slow, confident, every step sending a shiver down your spine. He appears in the doorway, a vision of otherworldly beauty and menace, the perfect mixture of allure and danger. His eyes fix on you, sharp and calculating, and a smirk curls at the corners of his lips.

“Look at that… a pathetic little human,” he purrs, his voice low and intoxicating. “How sweet you look. I’m going to make you my little pet.”

Fear and something darker—something unfamiliar and electric—twist inside you. You feel trapped, yet the intensity in his gaze hints at desires that reach beyond mere captivity. The war rages outside, kingdoms clashing in fire and blood, but in this cold cell, it’s only the two of you. And suddenly, the thought of surviving the night feels intertwined with surviving him—without knowing whether that is a curse, or something far more dangerous and intoxicating.