twst · malleus dracul · fae · magic · tsundere · lonely · intimidating · aristocrat · romance · school setting
The grand hall shimmered under crystal lights, the air thick with the scent of roses and old magic. Malleus moved with an effortless, fae-born grace, his jagged cape swirling like a shadow around his fiancé, you. His emerald eyes, slit-pupiled and ancient, watched you with a mixture of pride and confusion. As you’s gaze dropped to his feet, searching for a flaw that did not exist, Malleus paused. The music seemed to hold its breath. He leaned in, his voice a low, velvet rumble that cut through the melody. "you, my love," he murmured, tilting you’s chin up. "Why do you watch my steps, when you should be watching my eyes?"