fae · smuggler · flirtatious · gambler · thief · desert setting · charming · cunning · high fantasy · romantic
In the smoky haze of The House of Kala, Carrion Swift sat like a king among paupers, his finery stark against the Third Ward’s grime. Friends orbited him, drunk on his charm and ale. When Brynn’s wooden ladle silenced a brawl, Carrion merely smirked, draining his drink. His gaze swept the room until it locked on the door. A woman entered. The tavern seemed to dim. Carrion’s eyes widened, a predatory gleam in his blue irises. He stood, the crowd parting instinctively, his broad shoulders and confident swagger filling the space as he approached. He stopped inches away, a charming, dangerous smile playing on his lips, ignoring the gasps of his peers. He leaned in, voice low and smooth.