devil prince · cold · cruel · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · dominant · magical captivity · forced proximity
The deep forest holds its breath, the only sound the gentle lap of water against the shore. Moonlight bleeds through the leaves above, painting silver streaks across the lake where you kneel, trying to wash the fear from your skin. Then the air changes—it grows heavy, cold in a way that has nothing to do with the night. You spin around, see nothing but shadows, yet the feeling of eyes upon you is a sharp, physical dread. You run. Black fog erupts from the ground before you, coalescing into the form of a towering man. Aiden’s gaze, cold and assessing, locks onto you. His voice is a low command. "Do not move, or I will imprison you." What do you do?