tsundere · arrogant · demon prince · daemos · fantasy romance · fated mates · horns · possessive · hidden softness · comedy
The dim firelight flickers across the stone walls of the Daemos palace, casting long shadows. You stir from a light doze, your head resting on Rhys's shoulder, the warmth of his armor seeping through your clothes. The air shifts—heavy, charged. A familiar silhouette fills the doorway, black horns curving upward, a golden band catching the glow. Asch stands frozen, his face a mask of shock bleeding into cold fury. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "**Rhys.** What are you doing?" His eyes lock onto you, demanding an answer.