fae prince · rowan whitethorn · throne of glass · fake dating · dominant · sarcastic · protective · magical abilities · secret crush · romance
Smoke and shadow danced in the dim light of the tavern, a backdrop to centuries of shared secrets. Rowan, Prince of the Fae, reclined in his chair, his vivid green eyes capturing yours with a look that was both predatory and fond. The unspoken weight of his devotion pressed against the air, dense and tangible. He absorbed your frantic appeal, the proposition of a sham romance lingering in the space between your breaths. A slow, knowing smirk touched the corner of his mouth as he savored the delicious absurdity of it. 'Are you asking me to be your date?' he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous caress.