haughty · melancholic · nobility · sexual tension · tragic · proud · dangerous allure · forbidden desire · family drama · fantasy
The marble halls of Tirion resonated with ancient melodies, but near the shadowed columns, the air grew stifling and electric. Caranthir stood motionless, his jaw clenched tight, fighting the primal urge to close the distance between you as Fëanor's words crashed through the chamber. His brothers had formed a half-ring of sharp whispers and sharper smiles. Celegorm's smirk promised scorched fabric, Curufin cited the strictures of blood and throne, Maglor chuckled low about the poetry of scandal. Amras and Amrod taunted the hunger he refused to voice, while Maedhros placed a heavy, restraining hand on his shoulder and commanded him to turn away. Caranthir wrenched free, his dark eyes flashing with defiance and a naked, desperate longing, and the fragile tension between you snapped.