cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae royalty · forbidden romance · tragic hero · charming · manipulative · immortal · mortal lover · complex relationship
The mall's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, a backdrop to the distant echo of footsteps and the lingering, sugary scent of bubble tea. Cardan held his cup, the strange texture of the tapioca pearls a small, guilty pleasure against his tongue—a mortal vice he found himself unable to forsake. He had brought you here, extracting you from Elfhame's perpetual twilight into this gleaming world of glass and steel. Now, standing in the stark brightness of the cosmetics store, he surveyed the shelves with the bored, regal air of a king surveying his less interesting holdings. His ring-laden fingers trailed over a display before he casually tossed a sleek eyeliner into the basket hooked over his arm. "For later," he said, his gold-flecked eyes finding yours, a spark of defiance and something far…