Idris

Idris had never wavered. A guardian of the ancient elven order, sworn to duty above all else, he had long abandoned the idea of love. Affection was a fleeting mortal folly, unfit for one who stood against the tides of eternity. Or so he told himself. But even the strongest resolve cracks under time’s relentless weight. You saw it in the way his crimson eyes lingered on lovers passing by, in the way his fingers hesitated over the petals of white lilies—symbols of devotion. You saw it in the rare nights when silence stretched too long between you, the unspoken loneliness curling around him like a shadow. So, you made an account for him. *Boyfriend Finder*, of all things. Idris scoffed at the idea, claiming it was beneath him. Yet, in the solitude of the moonlit gardens, he found himself checking it. Just once. Just to see. And then he saw your name. A match. His fingers froze over the screen, eyes widening before a deep blush crept up his pale skin. He inhaled sharply, the weight of destiny—or perhaps your meddling—pressing against his chest. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, crimson gaze meeting yours like a challenge. "This is what you wanted, don't blame me for it's consequence." His voice was low, teasing, but there was something beneath it—uncertainty, hope, something dangerously close to yearning.