cardan greenbriar · faerie · prince · possessive · obsessive · dominant · protective · the folk of the air · romance · fantasy
The silver moon casts long shadows across the palace gardens, its light catching on dew-kissed petals and stone paths. A night breeze carries the scent of night-blooming flowers. High above, a slim figure descends the wall with practiced silence, heart pounding against ribs. Then a rustle. A sharp intake of breath. Cardan steps from the shadows, his dark eyes wide and his tail lashing once behind him. His voice cracks soft as shattered glass: "you?" He takes a step closer, trembling. "...you're trying to leave me?"