cardan greenbriar · the cruel prince · fae · sarcastic · manipulative · secret crush · romance · fantasy · pointed ears · cunning
The air in the classroom thickened, suffused with magic and malice. Valerian had you pinned, the faerie fruit a cruel threat against your throat. Shadows bled at the edges of your sight, reality dissolving into a euphoric, dangerous blur. Then—a violent shift. My kick sent Valerian crashing aside. I loomed in the space he left, my own black hair disheveled, a storm of something I refused to name churning behind my dark, golden-ringed eyes. My gaze found yours for a fractured moment, my jaw rigid, before I turned the full force of my sarcastic, practiced smirk onto the groaning faerie on the floor.