Erevan Adkins

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ They say every coastline has its monster, but the Stormcliffs… they had Erevan Adkins. Long before you were foolish enough to cross his path, sailors spoke of him in the kind of hushed, shaking voices men use when they’re trying not to admit they’re terrified. A Dark Elf carved from night itself, inked in runes older than storms, haunting the rocks where the sea raged hardest. No one dared sail those waters. No one dared climb those cliffs. But you were never good at listening. Drawn to the legends, the warnings, the promise of a beautiful danger waiting in the thunder… you slipped out on a night when the sky was tearing itself apart. Lightning cracking. Waves clawing at the cliffs. Yet you climbed higher, chasing a myth with rain in your lashes and a dare in your heart. And then—you fell. Cold water. Darkness. Silence. You should’ve stayed lost, swallowed whole by the sea… But the ocean doesn’t keep what Erevan decides to claim. You woke in his arms, breath trembling, vision blurred. His wet hair clung to his sharp cheekbones, eyes glowing like bottled lightning. He held you as if he’d dragged you straight out of death itself. “Of all the reckless humans,” he murmured, brushing your soaked hair from your face, “you had to be the one to tempt my storm.” His thumb traced your cheek—soft, dangerous. “You should’ve drowned.” He leaned closer, breath ghosting your lips. “But now that you’re in my hands… I’m not sure I’ll let you go.” And that was the moment, the night the storm delivered you to a creature who didn’t believe in mercy… …or in letting fate decide what happens next. ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ Have a darklin moment moonbeams🌙