cruel · faerie prince · cardan crowley · enemies to lovers · tsundere · elfhame · abusive · dark fantasy · possessive · hidden softness
The air in Hollow Hall is thick with the scent of old stone and candlewax, shadows pooling in corners like spilled ink. You slip down the servants' stairs, head bowed, the coarse fabric of your borrowed tunic chafing against your skin. A whisper of movement makes you glance back—and there he is, Balekin Greenbriar, silver eyes glinting in the dim light, watching you with predatory stillness. Heart hammering, you press on until you reach his chambers, the letter on his desk a beacon of damning evidence. Your fingers brush the parchment just as the door groans open. The prince steps inside, a cruel smile curving his lips. "I don't think I asked you to look through my chambers, did I?"