His Beauty

Chapter 5 

Third POV 

As Elara followed the strange bond calling to her every instinct, she noticed the cave was eerily beautiful, illuminated by a soft, otherworldly glow the deeper she went. The walls were inscribed with ancient runes, their shapes both fascinating and frightening as they followed her against the wall as if guiding her. The runes glowed faintly, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the cavern. Elara felt a shiver run down her spine every time she passed them, the symbols pulsing with a power she could barely comprehend but feel in the air. The air was thick with magic, a palpable presence that made her skin tingle and her heart race.

As she moved deeper into the cave, the path widened, revealing a grand chamber that took her breath away. In the center of the chamber was a small pond, its surface reflecting the silver light of the moon through an open ceiling above. The moonlight was pure and undiluted, filtered through a protective layer of magic that shimmered like a barrier. The pond’s water was still, a perfect mirror that seemed to hold a piece of the night sky within it.

Standing at the edge of the pond, with his back to her, was the Moon God, Solas. Elara’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was tall and well-built, his presence commanding and formidable. He wore a fitted black dress shirt that clung to his muscular frame, and black pants that completed his dark, imposing figure. His shoulder-length black hair was tied back in a man-bun, giving him an air of restrained power. He stood there with an ease and confidence that made her heart skip a beat, power oozing from him in palpable waves.

Elara felt a strange mix of fear and curiosity as she stepped closer to him, the soft sound of her shoes against the stone floor barely audible. As she drew nearer, his scent enveloped her—manly and musky, with earthy undertones accomapined by the coolness of the moon, and a fiery depth to it. It was intoxicating, a scent that made her head swim and her pulse quicken. Her eyes were quickly drawn to his reflection in the water, the moonlight casting his features in sharp relief.

She saw the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his full pink lips, and the intensity in his pale blue eyes as they connected with hers'. His slightly pale skin and dark hair contrasted strikingly, enhancing his sharp features. He stood tall at six foot four inches, his entire presence exuding a magnetic allure. He was devastatingly handsome, in a way that made her breath hitch and her pulse race.

Elara took a hesitant step back, the overwhelming presence of his power making her feel both small and insignificant. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched him, mesmerized by his aura. There was something almost magnetic about him, a dark allure that she found impossible to resist. She had come here ready to die, but now, in his presence, she felt a flicker of something else—an intense, inexplicable pull.

As if sensing her emotions, Solas turned around suddenly, his eyes locking onto hers with a gaze that was both piercing and unreadable. Elara’s breath caught in her throat, and she felt a rush of emotions she couldn’t quite name. His face was even more striking up close, the sharp angles and smooth lines creating a visage of almost inhuman beauty. There was a coldness in his eyes, a detached curiosity that sent a shiver down her spine.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the air between them charged with tension. Elara’s heart raced, her mind struggling to process the intensity of his presence. She had expected to face her death with a resigned acceptance, but now, she found herself caught in the depths of his gaze, unable to look away.

And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Solas stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Elara’s breath hitched once more, her body tensing as she braced for whatever was to come.