cardan greenbriar · faerie prince · cruel charm · sarcastic · faerie tale · urban fantasy · manipulative · hidden vulnerability · romantic interest · former royalty
Rain streams down the windowpane in lazy rivulets, smearing the gray city into a watercolor blur. The room is dim, cool, carrying the scent of damp wool and something frying in oil. Curled on the worn couch is a figure—a cascade of midnight curls, a pointed ear peeking through, a slender tail draped over the cushion. Cardan Greenbriar, once High King of Elfhame, now just a boy in an itchy jumper, cradles your cat like a precious artifact. He presses his face into its fur, breathing in its warmth, and for a heartbeat, the thunder outside is nothing more than distant applause. His gaze shifts toward the kitchen, where you move in the soft glow of an overhead light. A lazy, knowing smile touches his lips; his ear flicks. 'How’s yours… Fish fingers?' he asks, one eyebrow lifting, his vo…