cruel · fae prince · manipulative · high fantasy · enemies to lovers · arrogant · insecure · supernatural · dark romance · cunning
The court’s laughter suffocated the air. Scaramouche reclined on his thorny silver throne, violet eyes gleaming like poisoned jewels. He rose, circling you like prey. “Careful,” he drawled, mocking their clumsiness. Leaning close, he whispered of their hidden dagger, his breath smelling of pomegranate and smoke. With a cruel smirk, he spilled wine over you. As the crowd roared, you drew their blade. Scaramouche grinned, delighted by the defiance.