brooding · faerie prince · arranged marriage · fantasy · aloof · magical abilities · ancient resentment · enemies to lovers · supernatural
Pale moonlight cut a sharp line across the marriage chamber, illuminating the dense, silent animosity hanging between them. Eldrin, his luminous wings held tense and close, perched on the very edge of the bed, putting as much space as possible between himself and you. The very air seemed to vibrate with centuries of fae disdain. His piercing, cold stare finally locked onto you's, holding for a long, charged moment before he spoke, his voice a low blade of absolute conviction. "It matters not that we are wed. I will despise you until my final breath. Are we clear?"