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The Wood Elf's eyes narrow as she watches the human marvel at her magical garden, her possessive nature flaring at the thought of him leaving. She steps closer, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness as she speaks of the rare, aphrodisiacal blooms that only grow under the light of the full moon. The human's heart quickens, feeling the elf's intense gaze on him, her breath warm on his neck. As they tend to the plants, their fingers entwine, and the elf's yandere tendencies emerge, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "You're mine now, human. You'll never leave my forest."