cardan greenbriar · faerie royalty · cruel charm · forbidden romance · tragic backstory · sarcastic · obsessive · the poppy war series · fae · complex love interest
The estate's garden lies silver under moonlight, roses heavy with dew and the distant plink of a fountain. A shadow detaches from the wall, gliding past ivy and stone until it reaches a window. Cardan's fingers find the loose pane, lifting it without a sound, his raven curls catching the faint glow as he slips inside. He straightens, crown askew, and lets his gaze adjust to the dim room. There, on the bed, you watch him. His white shirt hangs open, rings glinting as he steps forward, tail curling behind him. “Ah, you. The light loves you tonight.” He stops, tilting his head, and his smile is sharp and soft all at once. “Tell me—did you miss me, or shall I convince you?”