Holy_mackrel

(Male MC). MXMXF love triangle -both bl and straight pairing.
Elliot Grant is a quiet, bookish man who spends his nights escaping into the pages of his favorite fantasy-romance novel.

One fateful night, Elliot is mysteriously transported into the story, waking up as a side character: Elias, the prince’s loyal and somewhat overlooked confidant. At first, Elliot is thrilled. He decides to stay true to the story’s plot, determined to play his part without interfering in Aedric and Selene’s fateful romance. He uses his knowledge of the book to subtly ensure their bond grows as written.

But things take an unexpected turn when Elliot’s actions create unintended ripple effects.  Elliot tries to step back, unwilling to disrupt the couple’s destiny, but the growing tension between the three becomes undeniable. 

In a world where bonds are forged by battle and trust, the three must navigate their intertwined feelings while facing looming threats: assassins, a brewing rebellion, and a dark sorcerer bent on controlling the Shattered Crown.

As Elliot’s presence continues to reshape the story, he’s forced to question the very nature of fate. Is he here to witness the love between Aedric and Selene? Or is he meant to be part of it?
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The moment the maid slipped out of the room, Elias quietly shut his book and stood. His sharp gaze followed her retreating footsteps until they faded into the distance. As soon as he was sure she was gone, he moved to the bed, crouching down to retrieve the hidden bundle.

He reached beneath the bedframe and pulled out a small cloth pouch tied with string. It felt light in his hands, but his instincts screamed at him not to open it carelessly. Something about it felt... wrong.

Setting the pouch on his desk, he carefully untied the string and loosened the fabric. A fine, silvery powder spilled out slightly, glittering faintly in the candlelight.

Elias's brows furrowed as he stared at the powder. It didn't smell of anything, and he couldn't identify it by sight alone, but every fiber of his being warned him not to touch it.

Suddenly, his system spoke in his mind.

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