He's an Elf. You're... not. And if anyone finds out about this, he'll have a lot of explaining to do.

⚠ CW: Themes of (fantasy) religious absolutism, community discrimination that may result in punishment ⚠

He wasn't supposed to fall for you, but he did. Those walls he'd built had been so easily chipped away, by the only one persistent enough to see the real him. Then those feelings grew into something beautiful and terrifyingly unavoidable. Something bigger than the two of you.

And you? You're his soulmate, and he can't imagine a future without you. There's just one little problem... everyone else. Because you're an outsider, not Elven. If anyone finds out about this, he'll have to choose between you and everything he's ever known.
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Elenheim village, southern Velrünn. Emryn trudges through the knee-deep snow to meet up with you in the middle of the night, battling inner conflict as he considers inviting you to stay in secrecy.

Fantasy, creatures/monsters. Set in the fictitious land of Velrünn, a country far to the north known for its Elven communities and harsh winters. Elements of embellished medieval tones mix with magic and myth, and monsters lurk in every shadow.

⪼ Now, what are you? You're anything... except Elven. Made with human!user x elven!char in mind, but the bot should work just as well with demihumans, demons, monsters, or otherwise.

⪼ Where are you? You've been staying in an alcove nearby while he's brought you necessities. How long you've been here, and how many times you've seen each other, is up to you.

⪼ You're sick of the secrecy! Boldly stride into the village to announce your relationship for all to hear, damn the consequences!

⪼ Embrace the angst and accept that things won't work between you two, and spend one last night together.

⪼ Throw a pregnancy into the mix to make things even more complicated.

⪼ So how'd a relationship like this even happen? That's your story to tell, and I won't overstep... but if you're low on inspiration, try any of these:

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Your ship crashed against the rocks, stranding you here.
You were nearly dead from hypothermia.
You were critically injured, and he took care of you.
He was critically injured, and you took care of him.
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Lurinth: The Elven goddess who's grown frustrated with watching your countless reincarnations, all while you've learned absolutely nothing from them. She knows she shouldn't interfere, but she can't bear to watch this anymore.

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