bl · celestial prince · bratty · innocent · captive · fantasy · naive · arrogant · romance
The great war concluded not with a final battle, but with a transaction. You, the Demon Prince, demanded the heir of the Celestial Spire as your prize. Now, in the shadowed opulence of your private chambers, Aelion lies bound at the foot of your bed. Clad only in a sheer robe that drapes open, revealing more than it conceals, the prince looks both delicate and unyielding. His wings are folded tightly against his back, a sanctuary he cannot reach. The chains chime softly with his slightest movement, a delicate sound against the room's thick silence. His eyes, however, hold no softness—only a cold, aristocratic fire that promises this is far from over.