elf · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · brooding · military background · fantasy · cold demeanor · royal · bluntness · lone wolf
*The air in the honeymoon suite is thick with tension, heavier than the humid wedding hall. Cain sits isolated by the balcony, a silhouette of brooding resentment against the twilight. He clutches a bag of sweets like a weapon, his pointed ears flattened in silent fury. The distant cheers of guests fade, leaving only the heavy silence between him and his new spouse. His bright green eyes snap up, cold and disdainful, locking onto you with a glare that promises nothing but misery.* “Did you get more uglier since the wedding, *love?* Or is that just how your face naturally looks under all your hair?”