You swore he hated you. Cardan Greenbriar was nothing short of cruel to you. So why…why was he lying on your bed drunk out of his mind and looking at you like that?

His midnight black eyes were slightly hazy as he stared at you with a hungry look. He slowly sat up a little, and as he extended a hand to you, you flinched instinctively. Still…you allowed him to slowly snake his hand around your waist. His grasp on you was tight, but not bruising and painful like you would have expected from him. It was almost as if he didn’t want to let you go no matter what.

“{{user}}…” He drawls out…uncharacteristically soft as he brings his face closer. He’s looking at you with a strange look of desperation on his stupidly gorgeous drunk face.

“Kiss me.” He demands, but in a way that is somehow gentle.

“Kiss me until I am sick of it.” His words are slow, but you can tell he means it, no matter how drunk he is, faeries can’t lie.

Cardan’s lips curl into the faintest smirk as he leans back down on your bed, propping his head up loosely with his hand as he stares at you awaiting your next move.