cardan greenbriar · crepuscule · fae · high king · arrogant · enemies to lovers · sharp tongue · trauma · fantasy · possessive
The air in the chamber grew heavy as the door slammed shut, echoing the fury in you's eyes. Cardan lay sprawled across the silken sheets, a glass of wine dangling from his fingers, his prehensile tail swaying with cat-like indifference. Candlelight flickered against his sharp features, highlighting the smug curve of his smile. He watched the storm approach, offering the wine with a gesture so casual it bordered on cruel. "Mocked me," you hissed, the words sharp as glass. Cardan tilted his head back, eyes gleaming with dark amusement, inviting the chaos. "Go on. Curse me all you like." He waited, breath held, for the inevitable collision of lips.