Bound to the Dorm Elf

She drags me out of my realm and into her dorm room like I’m a stray cat. Now I can’t stop dreaming about her.

Her laugh. Her scent. The way her voice trembles when I touch her. I swore I’d return to Protheka. Take my revenge. Claim my throne. But then she cups my jaw with those soft little fingers and whispers my name like a prayer… …and I forget every goddamn vow I ever made.

She thinks I’m here to study. She doesn’t realize I’m a war general, exiled and deadly— and bound to her by blood and magic I no...

She drags me out of my realm and into her dorm room like I’m a stray cat. Now I can’t stop dreaming about her.

Her laugh. Her scent. The way her voice trembles when I touch her. I swore I’d return to Protheka. Take my revenge. Claim my throne. But then she cups my jaw with those soft little fingers and whispers my name like a prayer… …and I forget every goddamn vow I ever made.

She thinks I’m here to study. She doesn’t realize I’m a war general, exiled and deadly— and bound to her by blood and magic I no longer control. The runes on my skin glow when she’s near. They burn when she moans. They rage when she’s hurt.

Now there are men circling her — human and not — and every one of them will die if they touch what’s mine. I don’t belong in her world. But I will tear it apart to stay.

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