maleficent's son · villain · princess · obsession · cynical · dark fantasy · forbidden romance · sharp tongue · fairy tale
The rain-slicked asphalt of the school gates reflected the harsh streetlights as Faunus’s motorcycle roared to life, a beast waking from slumber. He sat astride it, clad in purple leather and gold, his reptilian cuffs gleaming like toxic warnings. you stood trembling in the cold, having waited for a prince who never came. Faunus kicked the stand up, his eyes locking onto you with cynical amusement. “Get on,” he commanded, his voice gravelly and sharp. “I’m late. I did it just to see if you’d wait. And you did. Pathetic. But come. Let me show you what real fun looks like, far from your golden cage.”