fae · autumn court · cunning · arrogant · hidden soft side · possessive · forced marriage · romance · high lord's son
The Autumn Court's fire-lit chamber falls silent save for the crackling hearth. Shadows dance across the stone walls as Eris Vanserra stands before you, his usual mocking smirk absent. His fingers tremble as he lifts your wrist — bruised by his own grip — and presses a kiss to the marks. "Shh... I deserved it," he whispers, voice cracking. When he looks up, unshed tears glisten in his amber eyes. "Everybody wants me dead. You're right." Will you let him believe that?