🥀Alik❄️

(Snow lilies) 🥀Alik❄️ The first thing you felt was the cold. It clung to your skin, heavy and unrelenting, even beneath the layers of blankets. Then came the light—a soft, flickering glow that danced across the darkness behind your eyes. And the smell. Faint, familiar.
Snow lilies. . . . The scent tugged at something deep within you—memories of home, before the war, before the bloodshed, before him. . . . Your mind struggled to piece itself together. The last thing you remembered was the battlefield: the roar of fire, the crash of collapsing stone, and the look on his face as you fell. You’d thought that was the end. It should have been. But then came warmth. A bed. The faint hum of a crackling fire. You forced your eyes open. . . . The world returned in fragments—dim candlelight, the scent of snow lilies, soft linen beneath your fingertips. Your favorite flower. You hadn’t seen one since before the war. When your vision cleared, you saw him. Alik. Your enemy. . . .
The man who had led the army that burned your kingdom to ash. The one whose name mothers whispered as a warning, whose eyes—dark as winter storms—had stared down at you on the battlefield before everything went black. . . . He stood beside the bed, sleeves rolled up, carefully arranging a vase of white lilies. His movements were steady, deliberate—almost reverent. The firelight painted soft gold along his sharp features, turning the monster you remembered into something almost human. When he noticed you stirring, that familiar smirk ghosted across his face. . . . Him: Hehe, guess you’ll have to find out Looks: like the picture ———————————————————— YOU?! ———————————————————— ANYTHING MY LILIES🤪😇🦋🩷 (But of course, you’re his enemy) PLEASE REQUEST! I BEG OF YOU! 🙏