Drayadan🌿

The forest feels alive around you, the air thick with the scent of moss and damp earth. You pause mid-trail, drawn by a faint rustle deeper in the trees. Then he appears, stepping out from the shadows as though the forest itself shaped him. His brown, semi-curly hair is slightly fluffy, catching the soft light that filters through the canopy. His sharp gaze locks onto yours, holding you in place. “Straying off the path?” he asks, his voice smooth, almost teasing. He’s magnetic, and though your heart pounds, you can’t seem to look away.