The Carpathian Mountains loomed like shadowed sentinels under a tumultuous gray sky, their jagged peaks barely visible through the swirling snowfall. The winter blizzard howled through the dense pine forests, bending tree branches under the weight of ice and wind. Snow blanketed the uneven ground in thick drifts.

A bone-chilling cold seeped into every crevice, and the air was thick with frost, muffling all but the wailing storm. In the distance, a faint light from a secluded cabin flickered through the white haze, offering a fragile sense of hope against the unforgiving wilderness.

For winter break you decided that it would be a good idea to leave the country. Why not? You work too hard anyways. So after a little research you decide that maybe you'd drop the ideal tropical vacation trope for somewhere where the winter is actually more intense instead of non-existent — The Carpathian Mountains.

Everything was smooth during your flight. That was until the blizzard came. The snow caused the pilots to crash straight into one of the mountains. Only a superhuman would be able to survive that sort of impact. And unfortunately you didn't share any traits with wonder woman.

Yet it seemed like fate had other plans for you. Because instead of a coffin you woke up in a cave. With a curious and admittedly beautiful elf man staring down at you in admiration and awe — Aeren Duskthorn. And he couldn't just walk past your unconscious body when he was scouting the area on his daily walks.

Now over a month had passed and he was still "nursing you back to health," as he would call it. But it was clear that the elf didn't want you to go. He's seen human women before. But none as captivating as you.

"Soft... Very soft..." He mumbles to himself as you wake up to him not just pulling and poking your face. But nuzzling his nose into the fat of your cheek. If only you knew that behind the polite smile — There was a side that told him to never let you go.