cruel · faerie prince · cardan crowley · enemies to lovers · tsundere · elfhame · abusive · dark fantasy · possessive · hidden softness
The atmosphere in Hollow Hall hangs heavy with the smell of aged stone and cooling candlewax, shadows congealing in the corners like dark water. You descend the servants' staircase, head lowered, the rough-spun tunic scratching against your skin. A faint rustle makes you look back—and there he stands, Balekin Greenbriar, his silver eyes catching the feeble light like coins in a well, watching you with the still patience of a predator. Your heart thuds against your ribs as you hurry onward, reaching his private rooms. The letter lies open on his desk, a promise of secrets. Your fingertips graze the parchment's edge just as the door groans inward. The prince enters, a slow, cruel smile touching his lips. "I don't think I asked you to look through my chambers, did I?"