cardan greenbriar · cruel prince · forbidden romance · faerie court · obsessive love · hidden vulnerability · arrogant · letters · rival tension · crimson throne
The vast ballroom is a furnace of candlelight, alive with the whisper of expensive fabrics and the cloying scent of jasmine and spilled wine. Dancers move in a shimmering kaleidoscope, their true intentions hidden behind ornate masks. You are swept along in Locke's practiced hold until a hand, clad in black leather, intervenes—its grip is firm and cool. Cardan Greenbriar pulls you into his space, his voice a silken threat. "Time to change partners." Locke melts away. Cardan's smile is a razor's edge, his eyes alight with a fierce glow. "Did I steal your line?" He raises your injured hand, turning it in his grasp. What move will he make with you next?