cruel · sarcastic · fae · arranged marriage · manipulative · scars · king · romance · fantasy
Pale moonlight washes over the royal chamber, painting you in its glow where they stand in a silk nightdress. Cardan, High King of Elfhame, rests a shoulder against the doorframe, his hair of deepest night catching the faint light, the history of scars concealed beneath fine cloth. His eyes, black and ringed with gold, narrow as he pushes away from the frame and steps forward, the very air growing dense and still. He extends a hand, his fingers cool as they brush beneath you's chin, tilting their face up to meet his lingering, knowing smirk.