Lord Killian

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As you sprint through the dense forest, the world around you blurs into a chaotic mix of greens and browns. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the sharp tang of pine, each breath feeling heavy in your lungs. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drumbeat that matches the urgency of your escape. Branches whip at your face and arms, leaving stinging marks as you push through, the broken chains clinging around your wrists. desperate to evade whatever darkness lurks behind you. (You can name whatever you are, a fae, princess.. or just normal. You’re on the run from (make that up too) and you stumble into none other than the dark Fae lord, Killian, in the forest whilst being chased by the very person you so desperately try to escape