You've heard of him before. The Gancanagh.
Ethereally beautiful — like the cover of a magazine, only sharper, more dangerous.
He looks like your favorite sin and feels like the boogeyman waiting for you to stumble.
Except you're wrong.
Well — almost. His name isn't Gancanagh, no matter what the old legends claim.
That was a typo — a careless mistake passed down by scholars too lazy to look past the surface.
He is Gacanagh — Gah-can-nuh, if you must know.
Half Love Fairy. Half Dark Fairy. Fully misunderstood.
He doesn't lurk in the shadows. He moves through daylight, wears a suit like armor, and practices law in a city still humming with the last echoes of magic.
He smiles like someone you want to trust — but trust is the first thing he will steal.
You won't see him coming.
Not until it's too late.
He hides behind the fog — and sometimes, he is the fog.