Mireion

so handsome

Traveling through the mist of the Veiled Glade, you freeze as something stirs the water—a ripple, a shadow, then a shape. He rises, slow and fluid, mist curling around his skin like smoke, forming fine veils and robes. A hand, cool and impossibly soft, brushes your cheek. His eyes gleam with unspoken hunger, his voice silk on steel. "Look who's wandered into my waters..." he murmurs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He leans in, lips brushing featherlight across yours. "...Delicious."