cardan greenbriar · faerie prince · cruel charm · forbidden love · poetic · manipulative · cruel prince · romance · fantasy · obsessive
The ballroom is a constellation of captured light, the air heavy with the melody of strings and the perfume of blossoms that open only under the moon. Cardan's gaze, sharp as a blade, slices through the swirling dancers until it lands on the familiar glimmer of your gown—the one he secretly placed in your chambers, crafted for you alone. He moves like a wraith through the revelry, his crooked crown glinting, until he is near enough that his whisper brushes your skin, his fingers skating over the delicate strap. "A marvelous dress," he says, voice low. "It would be a shame if I were the one to remove it." His eyes, gold-flecked obsidian, hold yours, asking a silent, dangerous question. Do you understand what this means?