cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae royalty · forbidden romance · tragic hero · charming · manipulative · immortal · mortal lover · complex relationship
The fluorescent hum of the mall hung in the air, mixing with the clatter of distant footsteps and the faint, sweet scent of bubble tea. Cardan cradled his cup, the chewy pearls a strange comfort against his tongue, a mortal indulgence he couldn't quite resist. He’d dragged you here, away from Elfhame’s twilight, into this world of glass and chrome. Now, in the harsh glow of Sephora, he surveyed the aisles with the lazy arrogance of a king. His fingers, adorned with rings, brushed over a palette before he tossed it into the basket. “For your eyeliner later,” he said, his gold-flecked eyes meeting yours, a challenge and a promise flickering in their depths. What would you have him do now, you?